Pulp Fiction, 1870 · page 55 of 100
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TNH OVEAN OUTLAW. 57 and walk toward the House. As it approached, she re- — cognized Stephen Granger. A more unwelcome visitor could pot, at that instant, present himse:f, and she was about withdrawing from the window, when he entered the door, that happened to stand open, and sood befure her. ‘*My business must excuse me for again intruding upon you,” he began in asad voice. .‘‘Il am sorry to say that I am the bearer of very unpleasant news from your futher, who is, I fear, by this time’— * Dead?” interrunted Ethel, starting up, and gazing at the other in affright. “No; not dead, but past all hope of recovery, I fear. When I left him, his death was daily, almost hourly, expected.” ‘“‘And now he must be dead. Oh! my father, why could I not have known of this in time to reach you while you yet lived ?” “Calm yourself, Miss Gray, you may yet have time to reach your father’s bedside before he breathes his last. [ came on purpose to be your escort, and by the speciul ree quest of your father, who wished, if possible, to see you once more; I have lost no time in coming, and have ar- ranged it in such a way that I shall have no trouble in returning.” Eile] Grey was not the one to linger, when summoned to the death-bed of a parent; but the blow had been so sudden, so unexpected, that, for a time, she was quite un- able to collect her scattered senses, or decide on any course of future action, It never occurred to her that Granger might be deceiving her in this matter, though she hal not a very high opinion of his honesty, yet she never dreamed that he was bad enough to invent such a story; and the cunning villain saw that she was completely duped by his well acted serrow, consequently he hat nothing to fear. Ilia plot had worked to his entire satisfaction. When Evhel recovered in a measure from the first shock tut the unc xpected intelligence had given ber fecl- comlicloolks.comhn)