Then the bridge had arched gateways, bristling with spikes, and garnished (as all ancient gateways ought to be) with the heads of traitors. ’ The snaking suspicion rolled through his mind again. I had a sort of idea,” he went on, “that you were starting life all over again, and it seemed awfully plucky.
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