Ruth wore a printed cotton kimono. Water poured into her eyes, nose, and mouth in a torrent from which she had to turn and wheeze. “Well, lodgings and things! And I paid my fees at the College. 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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