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. “To the young man himself,” he answered, “no! I simply object to his calling here two or three times a week during my absence. “God in Heaven, Annabel!” he cried. The age of this individual could not be more than twenty-one; his figure was tall, robust, and gracefully proportioned; and his clear gray eye and open countenance bespoke a frank, generous, and resolute nature. She tied the obi clumsily about her waist, then gently laid her hand on the bowed head. He looked exactly as she had dreamed him, handsome, rigidly dressed in a black suit, his hair still half gray, his eyes green and flashing like a cat’s. ’ Gerald looked round. Hardened as he may be, that would touch him. ’ ‘Gérard,’ she said, giving the French version with a soft “g” and not quite managing the “l”. He groped her buttocks.
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