Pulp Fiction, 1862 · page 28 of 130
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26 GIDEON GODBOLD. invitation—nay an urgent request—that he would dine y 4 him that day. The Hour named had nearly arrived. He he promised to rejoin Isabelle in the evening, and he felt that it was most acceptable to his mind to spend the interval in such fascinating society as that of Mr. Howard, whose ready wit and great conversational powers had so delighted him at the General's. He therefore resolved to respond to the note in person. He visited the stables, insured the comfort ef hi gallant roan, and then ascending to his room, completed hi toilet. During all this his mind was occupied with thoughts of the gentleman who sought to entertain him. He conclude¢ that his intimacy with General Arnold was a guarantee fo his honor ; still, he could not dismiss that brusque questior of Mr Ormond as to how he could have become possessed of André’s letter, especially as he perceived a significance in the ete nines dae ee ill suppress. CHAPTER IV. THE TEMPTATION AND THE ARREST. Horace drove to the hotel of Mr. Howard, and, by the attention extended, well understood that he was visiting q guest of distinction—at least for the possession of that materiel which will purchase the courtesy salable at an hotel. He was introduced into a handsome apartment, and in a few min- _ Utes, Mr. Howard appeared. His person was noble, his voice deep and harmonious, and he advanced toward him, with a smile that seemed irresistible even ae ease and grace that gave each word a force: _ 1 deqetel tdenpdeapel 9h we expecksioset Garidliay allies, the French—at the honor you accord me- for when I, by mere chance; understood that T had a rival for your society in one of the fairest of her sex, I felt abandoned.” “Ab, sir.” responded Horace with a corresponding spirit, and grasping the proffered hand, “you did not hear of > conmmcloooks.conn