1 The bridge was a plank, and it crossed a chasm about four feet wide and two deep.
2 He had checked off each bridge in its turn, with the handle of his safe-key on the palm of his hand.
3 The winking lights upon the bridges were already pale, the coming sun was like a marsh of fire on the horizon.
4 When she had laid the supper-cloth, the bridge was lowered to give her means of egress, and she withdrew for the night.
5 But I knew well enough how to 'shoot' the bridge after seeing it done, and so began to row about among the shipping in the Pool, and down to Erith.
6 Mr. Pip," said Wemmick, "I should like just to run over with you on my fingers, if you please, the names of the various bridges up as high as Chelsea Reach.
7 The river, still dark and mysterious, was spanned by bridges that were turning coldly gray, with here and there at top a warm touch from the burning in the sky.
8 Choose your bridge, Mr. Pip," returned Wemmick, "and take a walk upon your bridge, and pitch your money into the Thames over the centre arch of your bridge, and you know the end of it.
9 Early as it was, there were plenty of scullers going here and there that morning, and plenty of barges dropping down with the tide; the navigation of the river between bridges, in an open boat, was a much easier and commoner matter in those days than it is in these; and we went ahead among many skiffs and wherries briskly.