Sailors would leave them at the trader's. He had no use for Ann Veronica; he had never had a use for her since she had been too old to sit upon his knee. 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. No, don’t let me call myself that. “I think that I will leave this letter for him,” she said.
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