He was roused from the stupor of despair into which he had sunk by the voice of Ben, who roared in his ear, "The bridge!—the bridge!" CHAPTER VII. E. The kindly faced landlady had failed to catch his name, and said he was a tall, handsome gentleman with a great black mustache. Again he played for her; and again the eruption of the strange senses that lay hidden in her soul.
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