While there's life there's hope. 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. The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. He gurgled as if trying to communicate. . It is in vain to struggle against the arm of fate.
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