"He shan't go," cried Edgeworth Bess, holding him by the other hand. He laid down the knife, and fixed a searching and distrustful gaze upon the writer, who continued his task, unconscious of anything having happened. Firmly built, as it was, the bridge creaked in such a manner with their contending efforts, that Abraham durst not venture beyond the door, where he stood, holding the light, a horrified spectator of the scene. “NO!” she said, at last, with something in her voice that reminded Ann Veronica of a sprung tennis-racket. .
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