Pulp Fiction, 1861 · page 111 of 116
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Two OFFEH® IN ONE DAY. 109 «“ I can never regret it,” murmured the young girl. “ What if that lightning had killed you?” “But it did not; and if ever there was any evil in the emeralds I have faith to believe it is now exorcised. I have had my share of the ills they bequeath. What a singular acci- dent that Pennon should have found them when I lost them on the island !” “And what a pang of pain it gave me when I saw him walking about the garden holding them in his hand.” “ Did you see him doing that, dear Rosalie? But why did it give you pain ?” , “ Never mind now, darling, since it is all over, now and forever. I had not been behaving well then, you see. I was foolish and vain, and wanted to conquer every one—even the unconquerable Pennon.” “ Unconquerable,” mused Clematis, “yet s0 easily, easily conquered.” “Not so very easily, my dear.’ It took a great many gifts of mind, heart, and person, to vanquish him at last.” “Ts it not strange,” spoke Clematis, after a moment’s silence, “that the only two offers I ever had should both occur upon the day that I was most stricken? Shall I take it as a proof of the power and unselfishness of true love ?” “Yes, or for the love men have for doing all the talking themselvés. No doubt both of them thought. a quiet wife would be a great blessing.” : “Why, Rosalie, what a girl! I should not wonder, though, if that last supposition was true of one of them. Poor Julien! I must smile when I think of his chagrin and ill-temper. He went off that same afternoon, first twitting me.of being in love with a low adventurer. I guess he had an eye upon my very modest little fortune, but I am not sure.” “ If one were to feel grieved over all the lovers she discards, she would have but a melancholy life of it,” said the proud -and adored belle Rosalie, as she shook ‘pack her golden hair. It was very late that night when the girls sank to sleep, for the trunks had been carried up-stairs, and there was the whole bridal paraphernalia to be looked at and discussed. | After such a delightful and exciting occupation, it was sur- prising that they slumbered at all, ae ?e comiclooks.conmn