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Be silent, I say, if you value his safety. For a moment, Kneebone had hesitated about giving the signal to Shotbolt, but, thinking a more favourable opportunity might occur, he determined not to hazard matters by undue precipitation. For a time it really seemed all-sufficient to her that she should love. 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. But here she met with a check. She could hear the bell tinkle as the horse shook its head. At the recollection that it was his, she seemed to fall through a thin surface, as one might fall through the crust of a lava into glowing depths. ‘Why do you think I told you about the portrait? I’d not seen it, of course, but I’d seen Miss Mary just before she got married, which is when it was painted. Your face has flitted out of my watch-fire, and then I have been a haunted man. My mom doesn’t realize that I’ve got my own style.
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