Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 85 of 100
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A PRIVATE INTERVIEW. 67 tew stop you, I ain’. But, I guess you hadn’t better let the questions accumulate, or you may hev to say some of ’em over ag’in. Them’s my sentiments.” : Seeing that nothing could be got out of the boy,.Miriam remained quiet, looking at him with a puzzled expression of countenance all the time. At last he rose, looked in the next room, satisfied himself t? at no one was listening at the door, and drew a chair close to Miriam, “Say that last question ag’in, Miss Connor, and say it low, if you please.” -“ Who sent you here ?” she repeated, the look of perplexity deepéning on her face. : , “ Wa-al, I got a sort of roving commission. I heard Cap- *tain Dave and young Guy talking yes‘erday, and I made out that some woman was bein’ kept somewhere against her will, so I follered em. .Fustly ; dew yew want to stay here?” “No.” “Dew you really hate Guy Johnson, 0: sre you only ma- king believe ?” | “TJ hate him !” “Now, I want to say a word. I het seen you afore, though you didn’t know it, and I hev heard some one talk about you. Would you like to know who a : “Yes; I would like to hear how you camc to lrcw me.” . ‘Jt was Captain Ed as toid me.” A quick flush passed over the face of the gin. °‘ Cyptain Chambers, do you mean ?” . “The same, tew wit; jest so. He talks about yow. Ton know what tew dew for Captain Ed. He’s hit bad, he in? “ Did he send you here ?” “Not he. Fact is, he don’t know that I am here at a¥ I’m a Tory man, I tell yew, red hot, fired hot. There ain’ any thing I hate like a Tryon county Whig. ’Pears to me? could whop a hull individual cargo of the cusses, all alone.” : “ What a boy you are. Why did you come here if yov think that? You don’t come here to help me, IT am very Sure.” “Yes, I do. I shouldn't wonder if you had visitors ‘Some of these nights. Self and pony, I reckon. ~ You keep up a good heart. I’m a red-hot Tory; but I’m a Whig comicbooks. conn)