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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. Just a friendly polite suggestion. Gosse twisted his body to avoid another thrust, and the heavy candlesticks fell, rolling with a noise like thunder, and falling with a thud to the floor. ‘I am entirely English. She was civil, but she was obviously impatient to know his errand. . “They never seem so at first!” he said.
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