Pulp Fiction, 1860 · page 105 of 134
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THE MAN IN GREEN SPECTACLES. 108 « Oh, my God, protect me!” cried Minerva; “Oh, Heaven, which way shall I go?” “Not that way, for your life,” cried a deep voice, and in another moment, the man in green spectacles stood before her. “Pardon me, madam,” he added, in a tone of deep respect, and pointing to the path he had come; “J think there are villains there. Some one is lurking round, this poor creature is a prey.” ; : “Oh! Minerva shuddered; “ what shall I do? I have enemies, dreadful enemies, Which way must I go to escape them ?” « Will you trust yourself to my guidance? your friend at the farm-house, Mrs. Goreham, delivered this key in my keeping, that I might have an opportunity to inspect the place.” Minerva felt comparatively at ease. Surely Mrs. Goreham would never have lightly done thing like that, unless she had perfect confidence in the man. : . “If you will conduct me home, safely,” she said, trembling in every limb, as she accepted his arm, glancing with so in- nocent, supplicating & Jook in his face, that his heart must have been a stone, to resist its pleading. «There is a road not far from here,” he paused to list, & if suspicious that some one was near, “that t into the ” all this time he leading \ ns se horses’ feet,” she said; “I am fall of terror, cruel to kill poor Bruno! how cauld they have the heart? Why! here is # carriage in the private grounds, [—” a sponge apptied to her lips and caacians, gut Shed ty Sence Veluques Soom after, the door slammed to, the vehicle was driven rapidly out, a boy posted at the stile, with a key, locked the gate and threw it into the carriage; in return, the senor tossed him a piece of a came to consciousness, she lay on a hed in the captain's state-room, which had been given up and for her. There was the eternal sound of the waters beneath, the plashing against the vessel's side, the swift, un- easy motion. After a moment of bewilderment, she. closed comlicloooks.com