Pulp Fiction, 1861 · page 51 of 116
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HE WAS SUCH A TEMPER, 49 . ily, fair-looking, with some noble qualities of head and heart, although rash and impetuous; and Rosalie was really so much: -in love, that she was willing to leave a large fortune out of his attractions, and accept him without it, when Pennon made his appearance. Considering that she had been educated to regard wealth as indispensable, it was a proof that some true womanly feeling still bloomed beneath the artificial flowers in her heaxt’s pasture, that she had been so near to taking a man of such moderate means. Love was near to triumphing over lucre, when Pennon, with both fortune, family, and innumer- able other endowments, unfortunately chanced too near ; then, in order to free herself from her more than half-committal to Noyse, she had been obliged to act with more duplicity and more heartlessness than was natural even to her. Now she was reaping, in the bitterness of humiliation, the harvest she had sown. While she was yet weeping, her sister knocked at the door. “ How meanly Mr. Noyes has conducted himself,” she said, as she entered and threw her arms about Rosalie, “ Just tell me, my love, that what he said was not true, and I will in- form Pennon of your word immediately.” “But it was true, Bertha. I did not mean to deceive Mr. Noyes, for indeed, indeed I thought I loved him at that time. But when I saw Pennon I—” “Yes, dear, I know. And you chose very wisely, too. -I shall tell our host that you did believe that your affections were engaged to his friend, but that you discovered that he had a bad temper.” “O Bertha!” ' “He has, darling. Did he not prove it this morning? I> am so glad that you escaped the fate of being his wife. Be- _ sides, something must be done. I will not tell any falsehoods, but I will make this-matter as near right as it can me made. So cheer up, darling.” Mrs. Fenelon kissed her sister, and went with her preity face and winning ways, to smooth over all discrepancies to Pennon. She was not strictly conscientious in all she said— but she loved her sister, and that was the way they were educated. She made out a very good case for Rosalie’s inter- est in the noble qualities of Mr. Noyse, her willingness to comilicbooks.conn