"It only leads to the fencing crib," replied Wild. "Nobody composes any more, nobody paints, nobody writes—I mean, on a par with what we've just heard. "Enough!" exclaimed Wild, triumphantly. I don’t half disagree with you, Vee, really; only thing is, I don’t see how you’re going to pull it off. 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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