But through the fault of that pig, who dared to call himself Valade and masquerade in society under her birthright. It was dangerous for her to dare approaching him and she knew the tremendous risk she was taking, but a part of her demanded that he be found. The thought passed through his mind even as he started to cross the terrace at a jogtrot, moving to head her off. Ah Cum made a movement as though to follow, but reconsidered. 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. Whilst she was wondering how to frame her request for an advance, Mr.
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