A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. The blood temporarily halted to her brain, Michelle slept peacefully again. This was rather too much to expect; for we all know, if Mr. Not a bark could be discerned on the river, except those already mentioned. He was reaching wearily for some kind of buffer to his harrying conscience.
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