Pulp Fiction, 1862 · page 65 of 120
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HE RETURN HOME. 67 “ Perhaps,” whispered Dudley, as they stood there gazing the trees, as if she would pierce the leafy vail that hid the secrets of the ravines from her knowledge—“ Perhaps, Lucy, even while we are anxiously searching for your uncle here, he may have returned to his cabin, and be filled with equal anxiety on account of our absence. Let us return ; and should we find that our hope deceives us, I need not say that I will depart in search of him, and leave no means untried to dis- cover him, and bring to punishment the lawless wretch who has occasioned us all this anxiety. But first, Lucy, let me see you in a place of safety, where you may get needful rest after. the agonizing and perilous adventure of this evening.” : The maiden offered no further objection to this course, though her bosom was not at all relieved of the fears that pressed heavily on her heart. On their way, Dudley endeay- ored to reassure her, by urging such suggestions of hope and comfort as occurred to his mind; but a weight was upon the spirits of both which could not be easily removed. As they thus rode toward the cottage, each engaged with earnest and harrowing reflections, what a contrast they presented with themselves a8 the morning of that day had found them! Then light, gay, buoyant—their hearts filled with hope, their eyes with pleasure—a thousand bright visions of the future flitting through their minds—the sun did not shine in all his compass upon 4 happier pair. Now, how changed were their emotions! the bosom of Dudley boiling with sup- rage toward the ravisher, and his mind busy in fram- ing schemes of vengeance; that of Lucy agitated with fore- bodings of evil to her unele, her more than father, of a nature so dreadful that a tremor shook her whole frame as she con- templated the wide-spread consequences which might result from it. A few hours before, and there seemed not a cloud in their sky; now their sun had gone down in darkness, and ows and storms were gathering around their path. Such is human life! As Charles and Lucy came near the block-house, they wero met by the missionary. On being left at the cabin, he had ; remained for a while in a state of amazement which prevented immediate action, and at last had ridden forth, th: ugh without ; Ccomichooks. conn