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“I SAY!” said Mr. Of course he hadn't played the game wisely. She ran her gaze over him, and allowed her eyelashes to flutter down. The ripple of the water against the boat, as its keel cleaves through the stream—the darkling current hurrying by—the indistinctly-seen craft, of all forms and all sizes, hovering around, and making their way in ghostlike silence, or warning each other of their approach by cries, that, heard from afar, have something doleful in their note—the solemn shadows cast by the bridges—the deeper gloom of the echoing arches—the lights glimmering from the banks—the red reflection thrown upon the waves by a fire kindled on some stationary barge—the tall and fantastic shapes of the houses, as discerned through the obscurity;—these, and other sights and sounds of the same character, give a sombre colour to the thoughts of one who may choose to indulge in meditation at such a time and in such a place. ‘I know, Melusine. Mr. Old London Bridge. He was dressed with the utmost care, and he set his feet upon the broad walk as though the action were in some way a condescension. CHAPTER XII. "What's the matter?" repeated Mrs. ’ Lucilla eyed him with one of those particularly feminine looks it was difficult for a mere male to interpret.
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