Pulp Fiction, 1860 · page 41 of 130
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A SECRET MARRIAGE. | 39 more touching than the glow of youth in its full joy can ever be,—his heart smote him for the wrong it had meditated . against her. He sat down by her side, trembling and almost’ as anxious as she was. “My husband,” said Zulima, turning her eloquent eyes upon his downeast face; “you know him, sir—he is your friend; tell me where he is to be found.” ; “ Your husband, madam! of whom do you speak ?” “Of Mr. Clark—Daniel Clark—your benefactor and my husband,” said Zulima. “ Daniel Clark, lady ?” “T wish to see him—I must see him—tell me where he is to be found.” Zulima was breathless with impatience; her large eyes brightened, her cheeks took a faint color. She was determined that nothing should keep her from the presence of her husband. “ And you—you are the young lady that went South with him the last time he was here?” said Smith, bending his eyes to the floor and faltering in his speech. “Yes, I went with him—I was his wife !” Smith shook his head; a faint smile crept over his mouth; he seemed to doubt her assertion. Zulima saw it, and her face kindled with indignant passiog. “T am his wife!” she said. “The marriage—was it not secret? was it not almost with- out witness ?” “Secret? yes; but not entirely without witnesses. I can prove my marriage.” “You can prove that some ceremony took place; but can you prove that it was a real marriage ceremony? Indeed, have you never had reason to doubt that it was such ?” “Never, sir,” replied Zulima, turning pale, “ never !” “You were very young, very confiding,” replied Smith. “Yet you had some experience in the perfidy of man: this should have made you cautious.” “Oh, my experience! it had been bitter—terrible !” mur- mured Zulima, clasping her hands, and gazing on the face of her visitor with a look of wild excitement. “ And yet you trusted again !” i Zulima stood up; her face grew white as death. “ Do you Comicvsooks7eom el