When he was concentrating, deep shadows formed under his gray eyes. ‘Moi, je vais vous tuer!’ ‘I don’t think so,’ Gerald said through his teeth. 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. The lady reseated herself, watching him expectantly.
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