Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 82 of 96
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86 THE WRECKER’S DAUGHTER. “ Who told you so?” exclaimed Kate, too surprised at the gay manner with which Tangee admitted this to think of the shape her own words took. “ A little bird told me.” “You would like to go to your room. I will accompany you. Oliver, there’s a letter from me ac which papa brought up last night.” ‘Kate tossed the letter to him, and went up-stairs with her visitor, leaving him at leisure to read it. He broke the seal impatiently ; his fingers still trembled from having so lately touched Kate’s; he was burning with anxiety to know if his father were coming to America. An exclamation of joy followed, as, glancing down the page, he saw that Mr. Gifford spoke of sailing in the next vessel, which would leave Ceylon only a fortnight later than the one which bore the mes- sage. “T have made a great fortune; I am tired of business; I wish to go home, and visit my dear Aiice’s grave. More, I would like, when I die, to be buried by her side. I have left my affairs in such a shape that if, upon-visiting my native country, I desire to remain there permanently, I can do so.” _ Thus said a portion of the missive. Oliver’s heart beat high with joy ; all things seemed working to his wish. Rest- less and eager, he watched for Kate’s return. He had a mes- sage for her which he hoped would make her as happy as himself. He had noticed a certain languor in her air, a thin- ner outline of the fair check, which touched him with the knowledge that she was suffering. - Oh! the delight’ of restoring her to happiness # Presently he heard her light tread in the hall. She came in alone, and to hide her embarrassment, to conceal the throb- bing of her heart, to make him believe that she had conquer- ed herself, she asked him, smilingly, keeping on the other side of the apartment : “ What is the news from Ceylon ?” “Good news, Katie! good news on every side! Oh! [ - am so full of gladaess that I know not how to begin!” He came over as he spoke, and caught her hands. “Kate! Kate ! I am free—free to love you as much as I please, which is more than I can tell, or you ean gvess 7 comicbookszcom e ~ _ al lk i a Ee