Someone ought to be with him until the doctor arrives. They were childless and servantless, and they had reduced simple living to the finest of fine arts. 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. She looked about, watching a massive green storm cloud building in the west. She dressed rapidly and left the theatre without a word to any one. He wanted to know what the joke against him was—if any. He lowered himself on to her.
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