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A crisis of some kind was toward. “I promise, Lucy. The chain, which had been partially cut through, snapped near the staple. His eyes were small and grey; as far apart and as sly-looking as those of a fox. A feeling of inexplicable awe crept over the carpenter as the sounds died away. Then Gosse spoke again, answering the question in her mind. He was roused from the stupor of despair into which he had sunk by the voice of Ben, who roared in his ear, "The bridge!—the bridge!" CHAPTER VII. She taught him all the lore she had; about bird-life and tree-life and the changing mysteries of the sea.
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