Pulp Fiction, 1922 · page 73 of 180
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CHAPTER XII—(Continued). PULSATING LOVE LETTERS. . ““w’LL read them aloud,” answered Field- ing, grinning. : He opened the first letter, and cleared his throat to read. Garry paced nervously. across the room and back; he fumbled for his cigarette case — found a cigarette and lighted it. “Well?” he cried impatiently, tossing the match away. “It begins just with his name,” said Fielding. “ Guy: “Tam furious with you. Ordinarily I would not write to you at all, but I am casting all discretion to the winds to-night. I am really very, angry with you. You pretend to be in love with me, but you don’t behave as if you are. You go on flirting outrageously with This story began in the Argosy-Allstory Weekly for October 28. i } ip 4 t it . ie at ' fh, i Leh § 4 i ' 1B Fy | } | } i We ‘ i a = . By FRED JACKSON Author of ‘‘ The First Law,’’ ‘‘ The Third Act,’’ ‘‘ The Diamond Necklace,”’ etc. 39 half the women in town, and probably § the same pretty things to them that you say to- me—and I won’t have it! Tt makes me o too disgustingly cheap. You must stop it or stop making love to me! That’s flat! TL will not share you with any one. Do you hear? ~ It’s bad enough to care about you at all. I a wouldn’t if I could help it, because I really don’t like you or admire you or respect you but you have somehow managed to pee care—I don’t know how! I am in the g of this tremendous infatuation that is mak me act like a little fool—and I know it—a you know it! But you don’t know that there is as much hate mixed os in ite a as there is love—and I’m a very uncertain ~ quantity. I don’t even understand mya ‘0. ox you can’t possibly understand me. And whe at I want to do now is to warn you! You ¢ re playing with dynamite, young man, when — you play with me. You can’t treat n lightly. I’m not at all the sort of girl t you have known before. The same | won't work. And there is a force ti} cm WOTKI os ”y om miren ort (elo)