. Dicken's works . ches of thebridge, and he sank to the bottom. Again he rose, and struggled for life. For oneinstant — for one brief instant — the buildings onthe rivers banks, the lights on the bridge throughwhich the current had borne him, the black water,and the fast-flying clouds, were distinctly visible —once more he sunk, and once again he rose. Bright SKETCHES BY BOZ. 263 flames of fire shot up from earth to heaven, andreeled before his eyes, while the water thundered inhis ears, and stunned him with its furious roar. A week afterwards the body was washed ashore,some miles down the ri
. Dicken's works . ches of thebridge, and he sank to the bottom. Again he rose, and struggled for life. For oneinstant — for one brief instant — the buildings onthe rivers banks, the lights on the bridge throughwhich the current had borne him, the black water,and the fast-flying clouds, were distinctly visible —once more he sunk, and once again he rose. Bright SKETCHES BY BOZ. 263 flames of fire shot up from earth to heaven, andreeled before his eyes, while the water thundered inhis ears, and stunned him with its furious roar. A week afterwards the body was washed ashore,some miles down the river, a swollen and disfiguredmass. Unrecognized and unpitied, it was borne tothe grave; and there it has long since moulderedaway! NO THOROUGHFARE. [1867.] [This was -nritten by Mr. Wilkie Collins conjointly with ; tlie only portions furnished exclusively bjMr. Dickensbeing the Overture and the Third Act; Mr. Collins con-tributing to Acts First and Fourth, and writing the whole ofthe Second.] #>. 268 NO THOROUGHFARE. with light clouds. The day has been otherwisethan fair, for slush and mvid, thickened with thedroppings of heavy fog, lie black in the veiled lady who flutters up and down near thepostern-gate of the Hospital for Foundling Childrenhas need to be well shod to-night. She flutters to and fro, avoiding the stand ofhackney coaches, and often pausing in the shadowof the western end of the great quadrangle wall,with her face turned towards the gate. As aboveher there is the purity of the moonlit sky, andbelow her there are the defilements of the pave-ment, so may she, haply, be divided in her mindbetween two vistas of reflection or experience ! Asher footprints crossing and recrossiug one anotherhave made a labyrinth in the miro, so may hertrack in life have involved itself in an intricateand unravellable tangle ! The postern-gate of the Hospital for FoundlingChildren opens, and a young woman comes lady stands aside, observes closel
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