She helped Jack to sit down, and dragged the jacket off him, lifting his shirt to expose the gash that had sliced across his side. He hated himself a little for it. Good heavens! She was discussing love-making. He saluted awkwardly. "You must have travelled a good deal to know so much about men. She answered slowly. 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. She grew attached to a pair of twins, a boy named Fritz and a girl named Anna, belonging to an auburn-haired Viennese prostitute named Clotilde. She sat in a chair in the parlour and regarded the darkening sky through the small casement window.
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