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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. "Why came she here?" "She could not resist the hand of fate which drew her hither," replied Sir Cecil, mournfully. Jackson, mean time, produced a pocket-book; and, after deliberately sharpening the point of a pencil, began to write on a blank leaf. Of course, he had no idea who I was. “So, Rhea must have known you for what you are. There was something fatalistic about the letter H. Tears flowed in rivulets down 121 her cheeks and she began to cry.
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