“Thank you—for coming,” he said. Supper was quickly served; the oldest bottle of wine was brought from the cellar; the strongest barrel of ale was tapped; but not one of the party could eat or drink—their hearts were too full. 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. Come along with us in the morning. However, I daresay that we shall come across one another before long. “Do you need me to tell you? You have tasted the luxury of power.
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