But was that enough? Dim, formless suspicions of something more vital wandered about his mind. 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. Somehow I haven’t connected the idea with you. They exchanged greetings with the clarinetist. A slow horror was dawning in his fixed eyes. The delay was only momentary. We had not then recovered from the shock. Meanwhile, the service proceeded; and the awful command, "Thou shalt not steal!" was solemnly uttered by the preacher, when Mrs. Do sit down, dear boy.
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