Pulp Fiction, 1860 · page 39 of 134
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- THE DINNER TABLE 87 “No, on secon thought, I don’t know asI need. Your tastes are too much like my own, and you are—pardon me— too lazy to seek u sensation.” To this, the only reply was a small, low laugh, CHAPTER VII. THE NEW RESIDENCE, Muverva reached her little room quite worn out with ex- citement, and fell listlessly on the little silken lounge that shared most of her rest. The maid came in with luncheon. She motioned her to set it down, but it remained untasted, Her mind was in a tumult, would it ever be clear again? She addressed herself with all her might to frame a speech, a pretty, pathetic little appeal that might, as novelists say, “ melt the stoniest heart;” and by the time the gong sounded for prep- aration for dinner, she had voted herself successful. To-day, also, she ventured upon a richer garment, and an antique chain of gold and turquoise, of whose value she little dreamed. Hope had awakened in her heavy heart, and touched her face With its charmed hues. She had never looked more beautiful than when she glided to her seat at the long table, and the homage of admiring eyes greeted her, though she was too. much preoccupied to notice it. Glancing up, towever, she perceived, fixedly gazing at her With those strange unfathomable orbs, the senor to whom sbe had been introduced in the barouche. He nodded, she re- turned the token of recognition, though the matter of meeting him again, gave her uneasiness, ; “TI thought so,” went the rounds of the table; “told you she was Spanish. That gentleman is an Havana planter. A lady of mark, probably, or the contrary. Velasquez has the reputation of a dissipated roue.” Meanwhile, Minerva awaited the coming of Don Carlos’ friend with some trepidation, and when his card was sent up, could scarcely summon the courage to meet him. He, how- _ ever, did not seem to notice her nervousness, but began in an comnicloooks. corn