Bertrand Saton leaned against the stone coping of the bridge, and looked downwards, asthough watching the seagulls circling round and round, waiting for their usual feast ofscraps. The gulls, however, were only his excuse. He stood there, looking hard at the gray, muddy water beneath, trying to make up his mind to this final and inevitable act of despair.He had walked the last hundred yards almost eagerly. He had told himself that he wasabsolutely and entirely prepared for death. Yet the first sight of that gray, cold-lookingriver, had chilled him. He felt a new and unaccountable reluctance to quit the world whichcertainly seemed to have made up its mind that it had no need of him. His thoughts rushedbackwards. "Swim out to sea on a sunny day," he repeated to himself slowly. Yes, but this Itwas a different thing, this The longer he looked below, the more he shrank from such adeath
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