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. Like carpenter, like chips. There was no need of sowing suspicion when he wasn't really certain there were grounds for it. simply lost all hope. .
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