For yonder went the loneliest man in all God's unhappy world. Don’t stand gawping, man. PITT, the keeper of Newgate. 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. ’ Then memory hit and he stared at his friend. . It was the girl. " "Think not to delude me, audacious wretch," cried the carpenter.
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