Happy Thanksgiving. Boldly he turned the knob of a certain door and entered. 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. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. Then suddenly her spirit rose in revolt. Her body went into spasm.
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