” He shook her diminutive hand. ” “I can’t go back to the Beck’s ever again. And the opportunity to share in your exciting adventures was just too tempting to be put aside. ’ Exasperated, Gerald glared at her. ” A shade of concern darkened Carol Diedermayer’s face. It came again. Her mind left her. She lit the cigarette with a tiny Kelly green drugstore lighter. 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. You must remember, you've just begun to read; you haven't any comparisons.
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