Pulp Fiction, 1861 · page 42 of 116
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40 |THE EMERALD NECKLACE. On the 12th of July the party of pleasure selected by Pen- non, having traveled for thirty-six hours by rail and boat, were left by the great steamer which daily furrowed the waves of the St. Ceil, on the dock of a little village several miles from the estate they were in search of. The travelers had heard glowing accounts of the scenery - between this village and the castle—as the proprietor had named his mansion—and learning that a ferryman could be procured to row them slowly to their destination, they pre- ferred this more romantic manner of reaching it. The after- neon was fine, As they glided out into the middle of the broad, fair river, they felt upon their brows the refreshing coldness of a breezé sweet-scented with the northern pines. The banks sloped gently down to the water, and were green with waving grass, and dotted*often with groups of elms, Here and there one of those stately trees bent close to the river’s brim. As the boat shot murmuringly along, leaving a golden trai, ihe grassy slopes rose into wooded heights or sank into ro- mantic vales. ae While they were all gazing at a hill, which ought, perhaps, to be dignified as a mountain, standing solitary before them nt about a distance of a mile’ up the stream, their attention was drawn away by a glimpse of turrets, domes, and battle- ments rising from among a forest of trees midway between them and the height. :. “The castle! the castle !’ exclaimed all. Rosalie Sloane sprang to her feet. ““Sit down, love,” said Mrs. Fenelon, the matron of the party, albeit she was but twenty-four years of age. “ You will dpset the boat, and then what would become of us?” “Why, the ‘gentleman would rescue us, I suppose. It would do no harm to tax their gallantry a little more, just so that they need not forget that they are expected to be chival- rous;” and Rosalie turned her bright blue eyes halfreproach- fully, halfJaughingly upon Pennon. She had thought his demeanor too abstracted—she was not wont to“be less than the absorbing interest when she was present among gentlemen; and that day she had acted her ‘prettiest, and been treated with only the most conrteous po- comicbooks.cormn