Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 62 of 100
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64 OLD JUPR. would have company, and receive that admiration and atten- tion without which she could not exist. | She was not mistaken in her expectation of receiving an- other call; Luke was too really kind to neglect & woman who had any claim, however slight, upon him, in that wild, lawless society. And Annette was Mary’s sister! He should have hated for that, have avoided her as the one who brought back to him most keenly the memory of that sweet, mocking epi- sode in his life—that year of exquisite happiness including his engagement and marriage—when he loved and trwsted; oh, he could not yet bear the thought of it! but set his teeth and clenched his hands as a flood of passion swelled and broke over heart and brain. Yet he would not turn his footsteps away from Annette’s door; she was probably alone, sick and friendless ; for Parcell, although so fond of his wife, could not be depended upon to care for her properly—his dissipated habits prevented that. Annette welcomed her visitor with a faint smile, suggestive of languor and loneliness, mingled with pleasure at secing him. ‘ ! : Since a woman is not made to earn money, she is. made to charm it out of men’s pockets by a thousand graceful arts, as fathers and husbands ean testify ; and a woman as unprincipled as this one would not suffer for the want of it when she had a brother-in-law to whom she could appeal, NE ee “JT am glad to see you better to-day, Mrs. Parcell.” Luke had felt a reluctance to entering ; he would rather, in his then mood, have staid out in the miserable six-weeks? rain, walking off, by sheer force of bodily fatigue, his haunting thoughts; but, once within the shanty, he could but feel the effect of Annette’s handsome looks and tasteful attire, as if he had come suddenly upon warmth and sunshine. “Tam better, Luke. Indeed, I should be quite well if it would only quit raining. Iam so tired of it—so tired | Oh! Luke! it will drive me mad, if it does not cease before long.” “ Does it affect you so unpleasantly as that 2” “Why, only think of it! Shut-wp: here like—like "she was going to say “a prisoner,” but the word faltered on her lips—“ a dog in a kennel. Is this horrible hole as good as a kennel, Luke ?—sometimes not seeing a human face for two connicloooks.conm