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. "Ah! Terry O'Flaherty!" vociferated Jonathan, in a tone that betrayed hot the slightest discomposure. Ann Veronica readjusted her chin on her hand. \"Do not tell me that you have not asked her yet, fool, or I will be forced to dump the rest of that soda over your head.
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