There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers. "Choose, Jack. He had quite enough to see to and worry about in the City without their doing things. 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. He only laughed his defiance. ‘You said she was beautiful. They don’t know who did it, actually. There was nothing of the phenomenon in this.
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