Pulp Fiction, 1868 · page 92 of 116
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116 * Who is to pay ?” ettnaMcgin, with a glimmering of the jandlord still about him. ‘*Never mind paying, let's be social. Now, then, Dinah, another bottle,’’ said the s er to the old: fino who had suddenly ap- Bg ‘All rig the other, with a en en Tatzh, it’s all right! Who talks about paying ? —it’s prime,” and he smacked his lips with infinite relish. “* You taste it now,”’ said the new- comer, with a knowing wink. % emcee n, with —it ae Not a bit of it, quite a mistake —warms the thom, my boy, ” re- peated the oth ** Well, it is water stro Pid in- sisted Ralph; “but Pil take an- other—L m awful thirsty.”’ : him out a second tumbler, w vitich did not seem quite so —in fact, it was quite delicious. “It’s. prime,’’ roared Ralph. “Prime! rich ! glorious !—I say, old boy, sing us a song.” ** Don’ t know any,”’ replied the other, in a tone’ h seemed to prove that if he did, it was not de- bottle stood before him uncorked, and somebody was knocking stout- ly at the door. “Coming! coming!” he said, peering round the room, a litue more sober than three hours be- fore. ‘Can ithave been a dream ? —was it? .Ha! ha! ha! it was the demon of the drink. He often comes now, that’s what makes the whisky so weak. I’ve dreamed a good deal of him lately. Coming, coming !”’ ‘Orr rite,” said a husky voice without, “but the kevicker yer comes the better.” . Bo ne voice,” muttered , laying down the i and standing erect with “that voice! Am I dream- ing still 2” Now then!” ri the other, with the riehest C y twang. Open,” repea ted an earnest, ae voice ; os are travelers, and hungry, and seek rest.’ yrs pre it is rather late, strayn- gers, ers,” replied Ralph Regin, assum- ng the ef strongest Connecticut na- “ ty he could, as he unbolted the oor. ‘It is late,” said the traveler, entering; ‘‘ we lost our way in the woods, and your ight led us sirable he should recollect one just here. ne harmony of a man after potations not paing eOmna liege est order of merit. — then make a noise; any The man eatin» and haihmetei-an ais dabiee with his By rok Ralph identy said 1 finger to side of his nose, n } are se ef still Mnore pore nora eepoke now a tone of soncepiratea™s me * 5 fyou don’tanswer, Tu—imow pe noise startled him; he looked There was nobody in the. the tallow candle | flickered on the table, the whisky “oh Giaa to give you ashake-down,” replied | ph, surveying: Soriden moeinesnasereh * Preek “mean om ae ike master's nadie take mé not up ‘me,” Be eon: the other, gravely ‘in the ear of Andrew “*Are you sure?” Games mint, tinued, sir, eae “* Rest, eat, nt! eee early. 0 ve von’t ; ‘that’s thim,™eaid paeiicoma a ovis retired | merchant, t, trembliig: in every lirab. ; comlicbooks.com