” She
replied. . "
Jonathan made no answer, but motioned the partners to take him away. 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. Two separate search parties were formed to
hike the areas near the Greene River as a panic spread
over the town of Princeton Hills. From the first, Ann Veronica found him an exceptionally interesting man. She
was instinctively aware of him as she had been of Julian. "Mother!" she echoed,—"mother! why do you call me by that name?"
"Because you are my mother. . . ”
He was silent for some moments. Then he
turned to Anna. Ain't he, Madam?'"
"He is, indeed," replied the widow, fervently; "more—much more than that. Accepting his glass from the butler, Gerald glanced at Mrs Sindlesham and
saw a dimple peep out.
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