. He was roused from the stupor of despair into which he had sunk by the voice of Ben, who roared in his ear, "The bridge!—the bridge!" CHAPTER VII. Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. She dropped on her knees by his side, and gently unbuttoned his waistcoat. He placed his chin upon the top of her head.
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