Pulp Fiction, 1868 · page 51 of 116
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a AN ADJURATION. 58 inquired as to the habits of Hope and the probabilities of her whereabouts. ag While thus engaged, John Bonyton stalked into the room, and stood in the midst, eying the group with a stern glance, Through his clenched teeth he addressed the two learned men, Who so confidentially talked with his mother. “ And so ye come a hundred miles or more to persecute a simple child—a poor girl who has provoked the ire of these fiends in human shape !” . : “ Beware, young man, that you do not bring trouble upon yourself by this intemperate speech,” answered Mather, with compressed lips. “Oh! I understand your tiger thirst for blood.” He strode across the room, and laying his hand upon his mother’s shoulder, demanded, tans: “Tell me where she is, mother. You and these men _ know; tell me where you have hidden her. Oh, mother! mother! bring not my blood upon your shoulders by conceal- ing her from me, for, as true as there is a God in heaven, if these men, these bloodthirsty hypocrites, whom you, you, mother, have brought here to ruin Hope, harm a hair of her head, I will visit my wrath upon them in a way that shail cause the stoutest heart to faint. Speak, mother, speak, and tell me the worst.” The mother could not resist this appeal. She sprung for- ward and fainted in his arms, There were ejaculations of pity, and cries of shame, and. the ordinary tumult sure to ensue when & woman faints, in the midst of all which John Bonyton stood with folded arms. It was sad to see the work of a few hours upon the face of the handsome youth; it had hardened into that inexorable ex- pression which time gives to those who have greatly en- dured. — “ Once more I ask, know you aught of Hope Vines? Speak but one word, mother !” 4 “T know not where she is, John. For thy sake, I wish it were otherwise.” Again John Bonyton went forth, and the people turned aside erently to let him pass, for they saw the great grief upon h “And now he wandered aleng the pool, for many COMCEIOOXS.COM -