’ Exasperated, Gerald glared at her. She was weeping now. The softly glittering summer stars! She saw them shining over mountains of snow, over valleys of haze and warm darkness. Things you would laugh at. ’ ‘Pah! How can it be romantic? That is silly. " O'Higgins emptied an inside pocket—and purposely let the battered photograph fall to the ground. “We are, or rather we were, so much alike then that the portrait of either of us would have done for the other. Langley," rejoined Mrs. He was roused from the stupor of despair into which he had sunk by the voice of Ben, who roared in his ear, "The bridge!—the bridge!" CHAPTER VII.
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