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"I dare not, Rowland," she answered. All this juncture, a thundering crash was heard against the side of the bridge. The ripple of the water against the boat, as its keel cleaves through the stream—the darkling current hurrying by—the indistinctly-seen craft, of all forms and all sizes, hovering around, and making their way in ghostlike silence, or warning each other of their approach by cries, that, heard from afar, have something doleful in their note—the solemn shadows cast by the bridges—the deeper gloom of the echoing arches—the lights glimmering from the banks—the red reflection thrown upon the waves by a fire kindled on some stationary barge—the tall and fantastic shapes of the houses, as discerned through the obscurity;—these, and other sights and sounds of the same character, give a sombre colour to the thoughts of one who may choose to indulge in meditation at such a time and in such a place. Then she moved towards the door. Nothing would stop her, and she was prepared to face the consequences. Then suddenly her spirit rose in revolt. This incredible scene robbed him of the sense of locomotion. Or, if this goodlooking young fellow will only say the word, I'll go with him. "But, perhaps, he has not got beyond the room above. Keep it! Keep it!” Part 6 They walked a long way that afternoon. On some insane score she fancied she had to state her case in verse. "This she-devil has got hold of the sack. Jonathan, however, was nowhere to be seen.
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