Who walked you home?\" Mike asked her, his voice tinged with jealousy, as she passed the garlic bread. To his relief, she nodded. . She sat on the edge of her bed and looked about her, at her room, at the row of black-covered books and the pig’s skull. 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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