There was nothing left now of the selfassured, prosperous man of affairs. ’ ‘In one little minute,’ she said, snapping her fingers, ‘it is over and voilà tout. A few bricks, dislodged probably by his last descent, came clattering down the chimney, and as it was perfectly dark, gave him the notion that some one was endeavouring to force an entrance into the room. He watched her, savoring her curious attention. We can take our things up with us and stay at the Continental or the Ritz. To the practised eye of the waterman matters wore a very different air. Perhaps I'd better open it now. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. 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. Much too formal for a cosy chat between old friends. Be honest, and you will be happy. It was easy to discern Gianfrancesco’s mood.
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