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Firmly built, as it was, the bridge creaked in such a manner with their contending efforts, that Abraham durst not venture beyond the door, where he stood, holding the light, a horrified spectator of the scene. She passed people in the streets and regarded them with a quickening apprehension, once or twice came girls dressed in slatternly finery, going toward Regent Street from out these places. It has been said, that the pier of each arch, or lock of Old London Bridge, was defended from the force of the tide by a huge projecting spur called a starling. The sun was all but gone now, the horizon a deep shade of purple. Anna, who had thrown aside her sealskin coat, wore a tight-fitting walking dress of some dark shade. "What's the use of wasting a shot?" rejoined Jonathan, savagely. “My darling!” he said, clasping her resolutely in his arms, “my dearest!” “Mr.
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