"Our talking will not bother him. “You see,” she said, very gently, “I AM going. "Can't you guess?" returned Winifred, throwing her arms about her neck. 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. He looked from the sword to the dagger with which he had brought her down here, and grimaced.
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