She offers me no explanation, permits me absolutely no hope. In the struggle her cap fell off. ’ Gerald looked round. 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. Ann Veronica found herself in a little stirring crowd of excited women, whispering and tittering and speaking in undertones. "No, no," rejoined Thames; "fly—or I will not answer for your safety. .
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