Pulp Fiction, 1873 · page 31 of 100
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A NIGHT OF YIGILS. 30 his men, all were mounted and at full speed set forth upon ~ the return to the cabin of the woodman, where. they arrived Without adventure, and just as day began to break, the sharp nose of the schooner was turned from off ber woodland re- treat, the breeze filled her sails, and away she darled out into the dashing waters of the majestic Hudson, CHAPTER VII. THE TELL-TALE GLOVE, To the two maidens the stormy night wore wearily and slowly away, and in their bosoms raged the deepest anxiety regarding the non-arrival of Glen Tarleton, who had, in his interview with the Hermit, and earnest desire. to effect «the release of Colonel Vancourt, forgotten his promise to return to his home by midnight. Lucille had sent word by a servant to her mother, that she would remain with Salome all night, and, thus in this anxiety, they two maidens were cheered by the. presence of each Other, Afraid to retire to their’ room they sat together in the library, too anxious to sleep, and starting at each rude blast Of the wind that. caused the windows to rattle. Slowly the hours crept on, and with the light of day the Storm broke away and the sun appeared to gladden the eartl ; yet in the bearts of the two watchers there Was no sunshine, for they believed that the Hussar Ouaptain had also fallen into ~ the hands of the Pnglish, and bitterly did Salome regret hav- ing sent the fatal letter that had brought her noble brother into suc, terrible danger. Toward breakfast-time a stately, handsome matron entered the room, and seeing the maidens, said, pleasantly : ‘* Good- morning, dangle ; good-morning, my daughter | You are early risers.” “Lucille remained here last night, mother, Thi nad ae have not been to-bed; but sit down, and I will tel) you all ;” connicloooks.com