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. It was like pouring a strong acid over dulled metal. A distant suggestion of chalets and a glimpse of the road set them talking for a time of the world they had left behind. I’ve never wanted to get away so much. A silence ensued.
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