Pulp Fiction, 1862 · page 65 of 114
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THE INTERVIEW. 65 “I do not know,” she replied, the wild, fawn look coming over her, as it did when she felt embarrassed, and keeping industriously at her sewing. “For I am going away to-morrow,” continued Fletcher, “and would like to mark the day a red one in my cal- endar.” : Minnie glanced up at him, leaning against the casement of the door, and saw him, manly, animated—his fair, clustering locks dampened with exercise; his eyes shining with peculiar brightness; his whole face expressing refined sensibilities and truth; and, for an instant, she could not withdraw her eyes, for thinking how familiar that pleasant face had become, and for regret at losing the sight of it. “We shall miss you very much,” she said, with a candid Warmth. - “We?” “Yes; of course I mean Constance; and—and all of us,” she replied, growing confused by his brief interrogatory. “Ob, I know Constance will miss me, Minnie; we have always been like brother and sister; but 1 should like to hear you say that you are sorry I am going away.” “I believe I am rather sorry to lose your society, Mr. Har- ris; and selfishly so to lose your instructions ;’ and Minnie smiled, half sadly. “Tt’s very strange,” said Fletcher, gravely; “ but a man craves much regard sometimes, perhaps when he don’t deserve it. I, for instance, can not bear to go away from this place, where I have been so kindly treated, without feeling that some heart is sad on my account. Can’t you say this much for me, Miss Willard ?” Minnie’s cheeks glowed, while she hesitated for an answer. Pride, humility, and the fear of being wrong, struggled to- gether in her heart ; but woman’s tact came to her aid. “T have already told you that I felt some sorrow at your departure. Are not sorrow and sadness the same thing, Mr. Harris ?” “Ab! said Fletcher, tempted to smile at the }ittle art, “I did not suspect the Fawn of coquetry.” Minnie was growing so uncomfortable, that her discomfort made her seek relief in retaliation ; and she replied : comicboolks.conm