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In the pause she realized the attention of the others converged upon her, and that the tears were brimming over her eyes. "I did see them on the platform of the bridge—the child and his preserver! They were not struck by the fallen ruin, nor whelmed in the roaring flood,—or, if they were, they escaped as I escaped. " Meanwhile, the party at the table continued drinking and chatting as merrily as before. I’m not ashamed—of the things I’m doing. “Do not force me to take you seriously,” she continued. It was only some hours after that these ambiguous elements evaporated and vanished and loathing came, and she really began to be thoroughly sick and ashamed of the whole disgraceful quarrel and scuffle.
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