Pulp Fiction, 1861 · page 72 of 116
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vil) THE EMERALD NECKLACE. “ Quite a combination of the c’s. Well, then, I will just put up my hair and slip on my dressing-gown, and then I shall be still as a mouse, and you can slumber undisturbed.” - “¢ Your gentle limbs you will undress, And lay down in your loveliness.’” “Do not try to make a Christabel out of me, love; rather give me the part of the lady she entertained. What, if in looking at me you should suddenly detect the serpent eyes ? Are you not almost afraid to let me sleep so near you to- night ?” = “Oh, do not speak so, if you please.” “T will not, since I see it makes your flesh creep. Tama naughty nurse; J shall be getting you feverish again. So lie still, and good night, my dear.” __ “ Good night, Rosalie.” - There was no sound in the chamber for a time, but the soft rustling of Rosalie’s silk dress, as she stood by the mirror removing the ornaments from arms and bosom, putting the bright tresses of her hair back from her pearly ears and knot- ting it up behind, and looking into the reflection of her own eyes, as-if seeking there the answer to an enigma. By-and-by she extinguished the lights and opened the blinds. The moon was at the full, and a soft luster haloed her form as she sat by the window, looking out over the city to a glimpse of water sparkling where the river bounded the town. It was earlier than she usually retired, and she sat a long time, busy with her heart and its destinies. It was not often that she took so calm and exquisite an hour for meditation; but of late a change had been coming over her moods of action and thought. | The city clock struck for midnight while she sat as if en- tranced in a fairy ring of moonlight. “ Rosalie, dear, you certainly ought to come to bed. You will take cold.” “Bless me, Clematis, 1 thought you were asleep hours ” * % “I was asleep a little while, I guess. But I do not feel sleepy now. I keep thinking about Christabel.” ; “That you must not do, until you are less excitable than comiclooks.com