Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 19 of 96
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~~ ~ ~ THE GUEST. 23 men before; but this one was so young and so different. She was quite ready, now, to run home and prepare. her own bed for him. | The kettle was. boiling on the stove in the little back room —the after cabin of the Jolly Jack—and there was plenty of fire, for Tangee had run home once to replenish it, since thg night set in. Blankets, hot and dry were ready when they brought him in, and whisky heating in a tin vessel. - Through much»exertion, and. watchfulness the flitting breath of life was recalled, After half an hour or so, the young man opened his eyes, staring blankly e unknown faces about him. ‘Then, after being. well dried inwardly, with hot punch, na ho ahawted, aydiaponition :o sleep, it. was thought best to encourage it. He soon was in a heavy Prag with only Tangee to watch him; the aneivonaenhg ADA wreck was" too strong-on the others for them to coop ves up in the cabin. The. fires were to be kept up, and objects sought for, if any thing, human or otherwise, should come ashore, As for Tangee, she -had lost. her interest in the out-door tempest. Trimming her lamp, she watched by the. bedside of this unexpected visitor. All her wildness had vanished. A mother could not have guarded a babe more gently than she her charge. Once she stole away; it was to don a better garb, to brush her disordered hair, to give the room a neater look, as if ‘the. mere rmnane A seliebiadate was a command to it, sk eer OTH 4 CHAPTER IItl. TANGEE AND HER GUEST. Incense afternoon by the time Mr. Wetmore reached = scene of the wreck. By thattime the storm had broken; a cold blue winter's sky looked down on the tumultuous waters which could not so readily calm themselves; the wind was running down, but the waves still were billows vast as hills, rolling in upon the sands. His heart was heavy as his eyes rested upon the speck which was pointed out to him as comic oOo kS.Onn = a o-- >