Pulp Fiction, 1871 · page 53 of 100
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Though not at all consoled. by this intelligence, Rose was thankful to him for taking himself away. She was..so_ over- come. by this last stroke, that she was. ready to: despair. . She had been so easily disarmed of her only weapon, and. St. Clairs mocking words had convinced her that it was hopeless to attetppt to-escape. There was now but one resource. She knelt down, and prayed earnestly, After she had. wrapped herself in the blankets, she continued to. whisper her suppli- cations, until, while she was yet. praying, she fell asl-ep. ... ~ Bhe conld not have told how long she had slept, when she was awakened by a noise at.the entrance. She started to a half-sitting posture, but drew back against the wall in affright,. as she saw a dark figure descend juto, the. apartment, The figure moved to. the fire, fanned the scanty embers, and added more fuel, and soon a bright blaze illuminated the room. As the light flashed up she saw that the:figure was that of an In- dian, with blanket, feathers, Prraienene all the parapher- nalia of the savage. . | ben] At the sight of this fearful object, she: uttered a. scream, and buried ber face in her couch. : _ “ Let my sister not be afraid,” said the Indian, speaking in good English, and in soft and mellow tones... “ Her brother is not come to hurt ber, but to save her.” There was something in the voice that touched Rose deeply, that told her, she could trust the. speaker. | She looked up, smilingly and gratefully, as if ae knew, that a friend was before her. “Can this be true?” she exclaimed. = Flas Cadipta wens ne answer to my prayer? Will you take me home?” “You shall go to your father’s house. Let my sister arise, that I may wrap a blanket around her, as the night is cool.” “ But there is a man about here, who was left to watch me.” “ He will never watch any more.’ | A blanket was wrapped around Rose, who placed her hand confidingly in that of the savage, and stiffered herself to be led to the entrance. A few words, in a tongue unknown ty her, passed between her conductor and a person on the outsiae; a large Jog was rolled away, and she saw the vault of heaven above her, studded with stars. In a few moments she had stepped out into the air, and was free of her prison-house. _ comclbooks.com