Destruction everywhere marked its course. Twenty-one, twenty-two. Jack's complexion was that of a gipsy; Darrell's as fresh and bright as a rose. As he stood upon the bridge, he held down the light, and looked into the profound abyss. Tell him the truth, Annabel. “It is so difficult,” she murmured, “so impossible to explain. Montague Hill.
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