Pulp Fiction, 1861 · page 110 of 130
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 20: Florida; or, The Iron Will — page 110: what you’re looking at
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168 FLORIDA; OR, THE TRON WILL He had forgotten the trial at the party—not so Florida All at once her heart beat wildly—the power within her was at work “ Virginia !” she said, for the girl had fastened her eyes upon her : in a startled way. ¥ At that moment the music-teacher was ushered in. He entered, making a profound bow. Virginia drew a long breath as she met his glance; she walked rapidly away to the music-room, whither Florida soon followed her, for Mr. Le Roy had excused himself, and taken his leave. Florida entered the room quite silently, and stationed her sélf at the window, a peculiar Jook in her eyes. For a time Virginia went on smoothly, but soon a restless mood seized her, She seemed not to hear the professor, but to be listen- ing to a far away. Presently her fingers fell listless _ from. the keys. “You are ill, or tired, Miss,” said the professor, respect- fully. “T really can’t go. on with my lesson,” she said, earn- estly.. “Very well—as Miss pleuses. Shall I come to-mor- row ?” “Tt is foolish to give way to this feeling” cried" pettiahly. “T will go cn, if you are not tired to death of me.” “©! no, Miss,” and the professor gave a little admiring look, Again she pressed the keys, went on very well for some sminutes—the same listlessness came over her; she turned slowly round, encountering the dark orbs of her sister, and saying, earnestly : “Florida, what do you wish of me?” _ “Nothing, child,” replied her sister, a flash of triumph - lighting up her face. “If I trouble you I will go. It wants half an hour of my lesson time.” Sne went out, smiling. Virginia resumed her playing, and this time she sucoeeded more to her satisfaction. Stil] she could not. forget that strange impression, and wondered if it was possible to be in the power of a human being, and whether those wierd old stories of evil spirits holding the Comichooksscom)