"Then it is not too late to save him. When I am angry, I can get very mean. ‘And then you will be obliged to remain in France,’ she pointed out. Wood, when he does return, I'd send him about his business. ” She slipped on her cloak and stepped into the hansom with him. 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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