So, in broken, rather breathless phrases, he told his story; and when he had done, he laid his arms upon the table and bent his head to them. “The conventions do not matter one little bit. I wish I could get you to imitate Thames Darrell. . I must have this beast brought to London with me, that is seen. A sense of impending disaster was upon him. Before retracing his steps, however, he allowed his gaze to range over the vast and beautiful prospect spread out beneath him, which is now hidden, from the traveller's view by the high walls of the General Cemetery, and can, consequently, only be commanded from the interior of that attractive place of burial,—and which, before it was intersected by canals and railroads, and portioned out into hippodromes, was exquisite indeed. 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. “Ciao, Fragolina. Her heels made contact with Rhea’s knees and hobbled her with a crack. It was of no use, she let him do it as she could not be strangled. ‘Pen and paper, do you have them?’ ‘Danged if I have,’ came the truculent response. F. E.
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