Pulp Fiction, 1870 · page 59 of 100
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vod CHAPTER VIIT.. rock, THE LOVERS... on peta Hammonp felt that he had done his duty: He had awakél* the trapper to a-sense of his persunal danger, and that wi enough. Without waiting for his reply, he moved rapidly away, taking a direction that led toward the Meagan village. When he had gone a few hundred yards, a close scrutiny would have revealed that he was following a path—a very slight one, it is true, but still sufficiently defined to show that On he walked, until he had traversed fully’a mile, when he paused and began carefully to examine the bushes that over- hung the path. Suddenly, he found a leaf that was twisted in a peculiar manner, and instantly his face brightened. “She is coming! she is coming!” he exclaimed, to himself, after he had carefully examined it a moment.’ The words were yet in his mouth, when a light footstep was heard, and the next instant a rare vision burst upon him. She did not appear to be over twenty years of age at the most, and she was as beautiful as an Oriental dream. Her cheeks had the tint of the pearl, her hair was abundant, of glossy blackness, confined by a red band at the neck ; her fea- tures were faultlessly regular, her eyes dark and lustrous, her form rounded and perfect, while the half-Indian dress, with its brilliant and varied colors, set her figure off to the best advan- tage. Se tie ty i ini Goi Oh VIROee FO Over all there was that indescribable charm of perfect physical health—that charm which makes the homely hand- some, without which the most perfect features lack fascination, and which, when added tothe handsome woman, places her upon the very pinuacle of female loveliness, ~ She came forward somewhat timidly, while Hammond, his face aglow with happiness, hurried forward to meet her. Seizing one of her hands in both of his, he pressed it warm- ly, and exclaimed, in the low, sweet voice of fervent love: comicldooks.com