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Steeples toppled, and towers reeled beneath its fury. This vile hovering to catch a man’s eye!. “Nevertheless,” Hill said doggedly, “I am here to speak to you alone. She frowned, appearing to think for a moment. ‘Idiot!’ ‘Enough, now! Softly, you little termagant,’ he ordered, seizing her wrists to hold her off. 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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