He seemed wholly insensible to the rain, though it presently descended in torrents, and continued his search as ardently as before. He sat in much the same attitude, and she stood just as she had stood when he told her she could not go to the Fadden Dance. Wild had escaped. The scanty furniture of the rooms corresponded with their dungeon-like aspect. 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. Dieu du ciel, but where was Gerald? On the move again, she found herself standing before one of the mirrors, gazing into her own countenance without seeing it. " "Well, so long as he gets on his feet in the end. We are not altogether strangers, are we? I feel that under the circumstances I have the right to offer you my advice, and if necessary my help.
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