Pulp Fiction, 1862 · page 27 of 130
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| ha — lll , ; his hotel, hoping that the visions of the night would only yield him a tithe of the enjoyments of the eyening. | The following morning he repaired to the mansion of Gen- eral Arnold. He was ushered into the library. The General was there, and received him courteously, without in any way referring to his conduct on the previous, day. He appeared fatigued and worn, as if his mind was troubled, and he moved with difficulty, from a wound which he had received in his last battle, and which was stil] uncured. -“ Your force is weak, I find, in the Highlands?” he said, interrogatively. “Too weak for offensive operations,” replied Horace. en Dena ee: ape from the enemy ?” the General. When I left the Highlands,” said Horace, “it-was reported that the Hessians were preparing for an expedition, and it was thought to menace Morristown.” “Indeed,” said Arnold, with heightened colof, “that does not appear in these dispatches.” “Perhaps,” said Horace, “General Washington regards it as an idle rumor.” “Tf not, I do,” said the General, as if that were conclusive. koodigedyy 9) py BS a glen ded and will reply to them ; so that, to-morrow, I think, pon may hold in readiness to depart.” ‘This was a shorter period than he had hoped, for dearly as he loved his duty, he had expected a few more days of grace that he might pay longer devotions at another shrine. | He therefore hastened to Isabelle to inform her that he had but — eA Poor Isabelle was sadly: perplexed at this intelligence ;_ ‘but Horace said that he felt grateful for the indulgence already extended to him; and that he would not allow the approaching separation to lessen the measure of his present joy. Isabelle concurred in this philosophy, and both improvec the passing hours by vows sacred to their own hearts and ears, until Horace reluctantly quitted his beloved ' Isabelle to attend to some other niatters before his departure. _ Upon reaching bjs hotel, he Jearned that Mr. Howard -had SE oe asthasseuamers but, that he had ie, a note for Horace, which he opened. It vas an conmicldookks.conn