He had, he felt, to create certain ideas and vivify certain curiosities and feelings in her. “Why don’t you wear your white blouse more often? It is the prettiest shirt you own. At once. Here you are, young, sound, with a heart that will recover in no time, provided you keep liquor out of it. Sheppard. 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.
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