Pulp Fiction, 1871 · page 15 of 100
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ee - . = =e SS ee er a Tex = ‘ = : : =a of ground, beautifully and tastefully ornamented with gravel paths, broad, narrow and winding, with marble statuary, fountains, and flowers, It was inclosed by a white fence, containing two gates—one opening upon a carriage-path and the other upon the main path for pedestrians. | Beyond, the land, covered with a carpet of beautiful grass, sloped downward to the edge of the sea, where it. terininated in a white, sandy beach, full of snowy pebbles. Thinking of Harry Wand, Mary sat, far into the night, looking seawar¢, What had become of him? She recalled to mind his noble face and form, exactly as he looked when they last partet; the brow clouded, the eyes showing a sin- gularly mixed expression of gloom and tenderness, every time he turred his gaze upon her. Then be had gone away, and—alas! was she destined never to see him again? While occupied with such thoughts, she beheld something long and slender glide between her and the moon, far out at sea! - It was 9 3ail. | This ws no uncommon sight. She merely glanced at it, then retired to her apattment. Poor girl! Slumber seldom visited her long, now. She had not slept four hours when she waked, The gray light of dawn was just beginning to creep upon the sky in faint, red streaks. Her window com- manded a view of the sea. She looked through it, then ut- tered a slight cry of surprise. 3 There, not more than half a Jeague distant, was the very schooner Captain Watson had spoken to her about—a vessel painted blue from stem to stern—the BLUE CLIPPER ! Women admire daring. Mary could not keep from smil- ing to herself at the courage of the schooner’s captain, ven- turing so near a Government. cruiser; for the blue clipper was in reality merely screened by a high ridge of land to the right of the mansion, from Watson's vessel, and an Ameri¢an frigate lying not two leagues beyond, by one of the city wharves ! ‘ Dressing herself, the young girl walked out on the piazza. The peculiar form of the schooner riveted her attention. The hull, while low, projected along the center, eurving amidships, and tapering in a lengthy line toward the bows, comicbooks.com