Pulp Fiction, 1862 · page 63 of 134
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A DRIVE. * 59 Mauvais dismissed her from the room with an oath, and a warning as to her future conduct; at the same time intimating that she need not go away if she would behave herself more discreetly hereafter. “ He’ll see! he'll see!’ muttered the squaw, when the¢loor was closed between them. ‘“ Ka-shaw no Pawnee, no Otoe, to bear insult !” “There was no sign of the late unpleasant encounter in the gallant Frenchman’s manner as he handed the trembling con- valescent into his stylish open carriage, half an hour afterward. Trembling she was, not so much through weakness as from nervous agitation, arising from the consciousness of doing something that might displease the two people on earth she cared most about pleasing. But Mrs. Wyman, on whom she relied now for protection and advice, had said there could be nothing wrong about it. Mr. Mauvais was an old man, almost, and she was a young girl, and an invalid. j other ladies rode out with him, and some thought it quite a “ feather in their caps” to receive a courtesy from the rich and polite Frenchman. She would soon be well again, and engaged in her school, when, if she did not wish to receive his attentions, she could get rid of them more readily by plead- ing duties. Thus reassured, Alicia felt her reluctance the sooner dissi- pated by the fresh air, the lively motion, the beautiful weather, and the graceful compliments of her companion. They drove through the village, past the house where her father was con- fined, paid a flying call upon the Judge’s wife, nodded to Allen standing in his office door—for Allen had put a shingle out in Fairview—and dashed out into the open country. “The fresh air brings the roses of your cheeks into bloom, Miss Newcome.” Alicia smiled the pleased and artless smile with which she ulways listened to any complimentary remarks, but made no reply, for she was not a young lady even of ordinary loquacity in the presence of strangers. “It would be a pity to fade them in the school-room,” con- “I don’t think my duties will be very trying,” answered Alicia, pleasantly. comliclbooks.com