Pulp Fiction, 1860 · page 36 of 134
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54 THE PRISONER OF LA VINTRESSE. CHAPTER ¥.L. AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE. EmeEnaine into the thoroughfare, she found that the streets were totally unfamiliar to her, and a vague terror was added ‘to her sad anticipations. To be lost in this bewildering city was not one of the least of evils, and to crown her confusion, she could not recall the name of her hotel, or even of the street where it was located. The sudden fright caused by the appearance of a familiar face, had driven every thing else from her mind. Stopping for a moment to collect herself, she took the path that seemed most likely to lead to familiar signs, and hurried on. Street after street she turned, and each seemed farther from her destination: Dizzy, faint, and bewildered, she knew not which way to turn, nor how to ask for directions homeward. Suddenly as she stepped upon a crossing, there was a loud cry—the clattering of horses’ hoofs—violent strug- gling—a hot, moist breath fell on her cheek. She closed her _ eyes and would have fallen, but some strong arm pulled her again upon the sidewalk. Looking up a moment after, still dizzy and confused, she saw seated in a splendid barouche, two gentlemen and a lady, and in one of the former recognized, and was recognized by Senor Abrates Before she could move, he was on the payement by her side, talking volubly in Spanish. “My dear Senora De Monserate, I am astonished, yet de- lighted. Did you drop from the clouds that I should meet you just here? Of ail unfortunates that I should come near causing so dreadful an accident! Do me the honor to enter my barouche—indeed I must insist; you can not walk, you are - very pale.” ‘ Really faint as she was with the shock and the excitement, she could invent no excuse. . “My sister; my friend, Senor Velasquez” The introduc- comicbooks.com | :