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"It was the story of a man, so to speak, who had left his vitals in his native land and wandered strange paths emptily. ‘Grace à vous, I am compelled to rescue myself. ” He stopped and said earnestly: “It is the chief thing in life, and everything else goes down before it. Jonathan kept his keen eye fixed upon him, as he addressed himself for a moment to the Hollander. "Your enemy!" she returned imperfectly comprehending him. He drew her to him with his hands upon her waist. She drank and drank until his body was a lifeless husk, as light as a mannequin, virtually hollow of all but the fluid in his bones. ’ He turned to the lodgekeeper behind him, whose shocked fear had given place to a direful frown. That was how she projected it, and in general terms it seemed plausible and possible. No gentleman was ever called Thames, and Darrell is a gentleman, unless the whole story of his being found in the river is a fabrication!" "My dear, you forget—" "No, Mr. Stanley, “just a moment. He fancied that the whole fabric of the bridge was cracking over head,—that the arch was tumbling upon him,—that the torrent was swelling around him, whirling him off, and about to bury him in the deafening abyss.
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