"But soon she forgot to whimper, her mouth open, staring at the great Bridge which filled the sky. For there was nothing between Miriam and the Bridge, nothing to break its stupendous outline, or deflect its solemn, terrible roar ...
'I'm not afraid of you,' said Miriam, sticking her tongue out. But she was. Even when she turned her face away from the Bridge, to the city, she could feel it still looking at her, sentient in every rivet, alive, vibrating, ready to lash its tail and stalk away over the North Shore."
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