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 is the image of what I was like, and she has a better voice. ‘I told you I could handle her. "They shall not harm you, my love!" she exclaimed.
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