No matter how swiftly he pursued this riddle, he could not bring it to a halt. “I’m glad you’re all right,” he said, “because we want you to do us a favour. 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. ’ Mrs Sindlesham’s lips twitched. You might trust me with the Chevalier himself,—I'd never betray him. 155 The ringing doorbell jarred her from her stupor. ” The girl on the lounge drew a long sobbing breath. ’ ‘Ah, that was an affair altogether different,’ she explained and fluttered her long lashes at him.
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