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. " "I remember now!" interrupted McClintock. You and the girl have made it soft for him, and I'm going to make it soft for him. “Thank you. Even then it sent Spurlock spinning backward, to crash against the wall. Gerald guessed she was biting her tongue on an explosive retort as she eyed him.
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