Chapter

1     I|          whim seize me, I build me a bridge from one hill to another.
2    II| suspension-bridge to a rustic Breton bridge, composed of wood and bark,
3    VI|          early when they crossed the bridge leading into the park, where
4   VII|         inundations carried away the bridge, so that it was impossible
5   VII|           the water carried away the bridge, but if the dyke had been
6   VII|            would not have got at the bridge."~ ~"Never mind; rely upon
7    XX|              a ramshackle old wooden bridge, the visitor perceived what