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“What the devil do you mean by coming for me like that?” Ennison exclaimed, glowering down upon him. “I mean it. "One'd think it rained fares, as well as blowed great guns. ” She said. ” “What do you want?” he asked, bluntly. A dark mass of wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped. Too late now. 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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