The works pulled down the scaffolding merrily, and from the criss-cross of beamsand planks the bridge appeared, slender and white, a single arch spanning the space between two rocks.
Nothing could have been harder to imagine than such a marvellous structure in this desolate split landscape. It seemed as though a spur of foam had gushed out from one bank to the other, and the two spurs had collided, joined onto an arch, and remained like that for a moment, floating above the abyss.
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It took a long time for the eye to adjust tot he arch of the well-designed, slender outlines; The arch seemed to have been arrested in flight, only for a moment, caught on the rugged dark rocks with their hellebore and clematis, always on the point of taking off again and disapearing.
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But the landscape could not accept the bridge and the bridge could not accept the landscape. Seem from the side, the bold span on its white arch always looked isolated and lonely and took the traveller by surprise like a strange thought, gone astray and caught among the crags, in the wilderness.
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