Pulp Fiction, 1862 · page 16 of 100
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 47: Tim Bumble's Charge — page 16: what you’re looking at
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. EO —— 14 TIM BUMBLE’S CHARGE. “Your brother is very handsome,” Coraline said. “T think so,” she replied, still gazin#&. “But, if you call him go pean, and he is—what would you have thought of Eric ?” “ Eric was caatiine brother, of course,” Coraline responded. “ Yes, he was nineteen—only nineteen when he died,” she replied, and Coraline saw that she shuddered from head to foot. “My brothers all met with a violent death,” she added. ‘Eric was found in the river—a beautiful river in Germany, Oh! if you could have seen him—he was glori- ous!” ‘There were tears in her eyes—her tones affected her young friend strangely. _ “Met with violent death,” repeated Coraline, shuddering ; “T should think you would feel afraid for Harrison.” “We do,” she replied; “but we have taken the greatest precautions—” suddenly she paused—her cheeks crimsoned— she stammered, and at length said: “you see how fearful mamma is to have him go out alone. It is perhaps foolish, but we all feel so. When papa is at home, he devotes his time to him, superintends his studies and all that, you know, as mamma does with me—then we do not feel the least fear. But, when he is away, we are almost foolish in our anxiety.” CHAPTER Il. A QUEER COUPLE. “ On, be aisy, now, be aisy, Bumble; sure, an’ you've done no harm to tell a bit of a story as ye did to the child. Didn’t I kape the names back an’ the place to mesilf intirely, so’t no bad can’t come of it at all? Bad luck to mesilf, though, if the Lattisons iver should hear of it, though, for the mages Of: Ses, amet counthry round knew, an’ if that excellent gintleman, Mr. Reynolds, had been here at the time, wouldn’t he ’aye heard of it, sure? Bother! jist mind yer own Zumble, and howld yer tongue; ye're always — comiclooks.con — - _