Pulp Fiction, 1931 · page 33 of 68
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# Page 31: Story Prose This page contains story prose from what appears to be a serialized fiction narrative. The text shows a conversation between characters named Dorris Graydon and Colby regarding the transfer of property called "Piedmont Castle." Colby has presented Graydon with legal documents—a deed, abstract, and tax receipt—confirming her ownership of the land. The passage concludes with Colby asking to see Graydon that evening and hinting he has important information to share. A promotional banner at the page's bottom advertises an upcoming issue featuring "nothing but blondes." The text is formatted in two columns typical of pulp magazine layouts.
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10-STORY BEGINS ITS 30TH SUCCESSFUL YEAR! 31 came: here to apologize for my condition yesterday. The deed I gave you has been confirmed and recorded. Here it is. I shall keep your dollar and the ‘other con- siderations.’ Piedmont Castle is now your property.” Dorris Graydon arose, a slight flush upon either cheek. “I accept the apology for your condi- tion yesterday, but cannot accept the sacri- fice you made on account of that con- dition. What must you think of me?— bidding on the land as I did! My only ex- planation is that I have always had a mania for doing rash, impulsive things. When I saw how intent you were on selling the property, the spirit of adventure seemed to erip me, and before | knew it, I had made my bid. I shall deed the land back to you the deed out before her. “See for your- self—‘with all appurtenances thereunto belonging’—and the same has been duly recorded according to law in Vol. xxii, Page 428, and bears the seal of the County Clerk. And besides,” he added, “here is your abstract and tax receipt. The title is perfect.” The girl sank slowly into her chair and a queer little gasp escaped her lips. “You are busy, now,” the young man continued; “but you spoke of having a spirit of adventure. Well, your acquisi- tion of this land and ‘Piedmont Castle’ will give you—I feel quite sure—a chance to satisfy that spirit of adventure. .. . May I see you tonight, after dinner, in the swing on the lawn at your boarding place? I have something to tell you— COMING: AN ISSUE WITH NOTHING BUT BLONDES IN IT! at once, as I suppose that is now the only way—the papers having been recorded.” “Miss Graydon,” Colby’s tones were slightly softened, but still emphatic. “The property is yours. That is final. There is no law on earth that can force me to buy it back again from you or any- one else.” The girl stamped her foot impatiently. “Please don’t.‘rub in’ my little joke. Surely you did not have the deed re- corded!” For answer he held the papers toward her. She noticed his fine hands: fingers long and tapering; nails carefully mani- cured—the hands of a gentleman. On one finger she noticed also a massive, or1- ental ring of curiously carved design. “Here it is,’ Colby said, as he spread something that you alone must know, for it vitally concerns you, now that you are the sole owner of ‘Piedmont Castle.’... I am an honorable man, Miss Graydon, and I wish to add for your further con- sideration, whether you believe it or not —the statement that I was not drunk yes- terday; but had a perfectly good reason for my wishing to appear so. Now—may I come tonight?” Once more that queer little gasp from the girl’s perfect lips. For some moments she sat in silence as though pondering deeply. Then she held out her hand, and as gallantly as any knight of old Spain could have done, the young man raised it to his lips. (Note—Some of the scholars got “A plus” on their report cards next day, who ECORNICOOOKS.E© m