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The south-east end of the island was hillocky, with volcanic subsoil. The wish was vain: and, endeavouring to banish every earthly thought, he addressed himself deeply and sincerely to prayer. She met his eye for a moment in curious surprise. “We have to be— modern. The noise was raucous. Stay! I'll go myself. 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. “No man can realize,” she said, “what that pit can be. McClintock's initial revulsion was natural; he was an honest man.
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