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. ’ Gerald reached out and took her hand, enclosing it between both his own. ’ Melusine had crossed to the window that overlooked the front of the house, and was trying to peep through a crack in the shutters. “Here’s something rather good,” he said, and with a start and an effort she took his place at the microscope, while he stood beside her and almost leaning over her. We all did that in our youth, when first we came upon a fine story; else we were worthless metal indeed. “I am. 1.
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