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You never can go back. Mrs. Spurling and Marvel rose too. There was no need to be afraid for me. “Can you spare me forty pounds?” she said. He had reacted by laughing at her, informing her coolly that she was naïve in many things. 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.
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