Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 65 of 96
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A GOOD TIME. 69 “ A good day’s work,” said Joe, as he attacked his supper vigorously ; “ I’d like to keep it up all theseason. He’s a master hand to talk, teo. Why I told him nearly all the wracks I was ever engaged in.” “ Then I think it must have ihe you who did the talking, father,” said Tangee, merrily. “ That's so,” exclaimed Joe, looking up as the truth forced itself upon his mind. “I did tell a sight o’ stories; but he drawed ’em out o’ me so rasilti I had a notion it was him - who was so sociable.’’ “ ‘You'd better seas dnins.teah the storles to-morrow, father. I would not let him be too inquisitive.” “Oh, he warn’t. curious; but he said he’d a great fancy for sea-stories, and the like; and as I liked to tell ’em, as - well as he did to hear ’em, I reckon we hada good time. He did.get out of me a great deal about you, puss.” . “ Tmpertinent !” pouted the young lady. “ ] told him the circumstances of the wrack, and ‘how Ta brought you up by hand without no mother, and how good a little gal you was, and not ashamed o’ the old wracker.” “Did you tell him I was engaged ?” asked Tangee, in a low voice. “ Wal, no, I didn’t know asi you'd like’to have-it mention- ed, Tangee.” “ That's right, father ; I don’t want it spoken of yet awhile, not until Oliver and I begin Ao think of. getting marzicd, which will be years yet.” Mego « Just as you say; P'm shut up: Sie aes oyster on that. sub- jeck, if you like,” responded her father. “The loager you put it off the better for this old hulk !” ' Why did Tangee feel relieved when assured he had not told the stranger of her engagement? If she had stopped to think she could not have told. As there was no talk of immediate marriage between. her and. Oliver, it was: desirable not to have too much said about them publicly ; still, that was not the instinct of prudence which prompted her ; neither was it, simply, an impulse of modesty, to hide her love and betrothal in her own breast. She could not have given a reason had she been asked. ) “ How'd ye like to take a neepict gal?” 131 8 comiclooolkks.comn