All this juncture, a thundering crash was heard against the side of the bridge. ‘Been led up the garden path by that confounded rapscallion. “He knows. His glance swept up again and found her staring at him with much of her usual defiance, if a touch less of her customary assurance. ” She covered her face with her hands.
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