Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 83 of 96
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ANOTHER ENGAGEMENT. 87 He seemed about to kiss her, to blind her with his blazing eyes. ‘ “ What do you mean, Oliver ?” she asked, shrinking a little from him. “ That Tangee and I are sister and brother—real flesh-and- blood relatives—and that she is as happy about itas I! I will tell you all, Kate—I will convince you. But now I only want to know one thing—I only want to speak on one sub- ject. There is nothing else on earth that can move me Un- til I have an answer to that. Kate, my darling, do you love me? Will you be my wife?” °.j She hardly recognized Oliver in this impassioned, willfal man, holding ‘her hands in his firm grasp, and pouring upon her the tropic splendor of his love through his luminous eyes ; but a strange pleasure thrilled her being; she lifted her face and said : | “ Yes, Oliver—you know it is yes, to all you ask.” Then the kiss of betro#f#al was set upon her lips ; their souls appeared to flow into one; each felt that they had gained @ wonderful addition to their lives; their spirits were stirred to their innermost depths. How different, as Oliver reflected, from the boyish affec- tion with which he had once extended his protection to Tan- gee | passed before Kate thought to ask again the reason for and. Tangee taking on the new relationship. He explained all, as we know it, and when Tangee came down from her chamber, Kate was prepared to receive her as a true sister. Tt was agreed, among the young people, not to tell Mr. Wet- more the story until Mr. Gifford’s arrival to confirm it; for, as Tangee said : “Tf it should still turn out that I am not Olla’s sister, it will have done a good deed, that trunk will, in showing us each other’s hearts. There is no reason, Olla, why you should not ask Mr. Wetmore for his daughter, the first hour you have an opportunity.” And Oliver did solicit that inestimable favor of the mer- chant, who granted it without any cruel displeasure, remark- ing, however, after he had said that he bad no objections : The lovers were alone for an hour. Half that time had conmicldooks.conn SS (