Pulp Fiction, 1868 · page 97 of 116
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KATE’S FLIGHT. ‘4 Hole on a secret expedition, in which Regin was concerned, and for which the use of his house was required. This had made him, for a short time, neglect attending to his own private affairs, especially as the arrival of this band toa cer- tain extent served his purpose. it was some co gn to know that Andrew Carstone was safe, He little feared the law, which could scarcely reach the outiaw in his den, while it would have been to have contend remain- — of former crimes, came to him in the morning—it would be hard to say. In detaining Andrew Car- stone, he had no fixed object in view; he knew not how he was to | a had searcely her way for some time, and. then as if struck witha soety vee deter- mined to pass the night in the hut, and, on the morrow, commence an expedition shecontemplated. Her mind relieved from the weight of what she felt was an evil dream, thinking calmly and seriously, she began to see the character uire Burton every moment in more hi- deous colors, ever be able to trace those who had abandoned her, or from whom she had been forcibly taken? These were questions which ¢ame rush- ing with tumuituous force to her mind, How should she po the jour- ney she contemplated ? the first placey she thought that if she could but carry some i to the Muss, she HE § Hf EE FE The night passed away, and Kate when the bright she was up, and after a meat made tron: the dried conmiclbookks.conn