He walked hastily to the side of the broad pavement and summoned a fiacre. “Thank goodness!” said that retreating aspect, “that’s said and over. I burned it. 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. Committing him to the custody of the others, Blueskin, followed by a numerous band, darted in that direction. . " "Nothing," echoed Wood furiously. Nevertheless she withdrew her hand. ‘Or do I arrest you and have these soldiers march you off to gaol?’ A sweep of his arm indicated the array of military strength on the benches, every eye of which was trained on the little scene being enacted before them. "Well, Lady Trafford," he said, fixing a severe look upon her. I’m sorry to hurt your feelings.
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