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Already the warm sun was drawing from the pines their delicious odour. ‘Tchah! So you’re the whelp’s girl, are you? Suppose you’ve nothing but that villainous French in your tongue. He—wanted to marry me. I put your clothes out an hour ago. But he would die if he continued in this course. I believe I have always been in love with you. 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. White became conscious of a distinct sense of uneasiness, and showed it in her face.
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