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He won’t be in uniform. 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. I can’t imagine Londoners—particularly interested in me. Which were perfectly true, as Gerald was aware. "So get up, and leave off whimpering.
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