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They shouted to her from the wings to come off. Besides—there is Sir John. 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. They decided quite audibly, “She’s an Old Dear, anyhow. ‘I’ve had enough of this. She was an Egyptian, from the magical times.
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