He looked just like John Wayne in a cowboy movie, his eyes narrow and squinting, except his hair was long, unruly, and jet black. “Lucy!” He whispered into her ear beneath a dusty curtain cloud. She longed to allow him to kiss her again, to touch her again. Grasping one of chairs about the little table, he drew it forward and sat astride it, in a fashion as insolent as it was unexpected. 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. She rapped again, louder. Purney, the ordinary, who had latterly conceived a great regard for Jack, addressed him in a discourse, which, while it tended to keep alive his feelings of penitence, was calculated to afford him much consolation. One mistress enough to ruin a man,—two, the devil. The glass in the windows was broken—the roof unthatched—the walls dilapidated.
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