’ Martha frowned. You are more in my power than I am in yours. You can’t possibly understand!” He began a confused explanation, a perplexing contradictory apology for his urgency and wrath. 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 had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. She got to the driveway and was semi-surprised to see that his car was gone. They don’t know who did it, actually. Annabel saw it, and suddenly changed her tone. The gun flew from his hand, clacking on the floor.
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