Grace-church Street was entirely deserted, except by a few stragglers, whose curiosity got the better of their fears; or who, like the carpenter, were compelled to proceed along it. If Jack should die, all though her fault, she could never forgive herself. 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. Ennison started and looked anxiously at Anna. “How did you find me?” He asked. But it would be too risky.
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