Pulp Fiction, 1862 · page 21 of 100
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 47: Tim Bumble's Charge — page 21: what you’re looking at
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A STRANGE REQUEST. 19 “ What are ye goin’ out = yer senses for, ye spalpeen ?” she queried. “ is in me senses I'm going, for I’m going into good luck. Arrah, it's no more ye'll be throwing it at me that I'm no man at all, and not able to support ye. I’ve a place at the Grove for life, and all my atcetterys” (he meant perquisites) “for nothin’. An’ ye’re to go into the dairy, an’ 'm to go into the—och, it’s no matter what, to be sure. IT ~~ secrets, and of course ye wouldn’t be afther perpetrating nto them. Och, good luck to the Bumbles—good luck to the Bumbledyhums, as the little one says. I knewI'd straight at the end.” «+ 4+ @ CHAPTER III. THE GREAT PARTY. Toe passed, and the Lattisons and Reynolkdses were on the most familiar terms. As the month of August approached, Coraline noticed that an unusual depression weighed down the spirit of her friend. At one of her:visits the latter said, with a strange hesitancy : « Will you excuse us from meeting with you at all during August? We keep ourselves quite secluded at that period, as we have peculiar duties, and mamma has some -unusual notions concerning our health. After that, perhaps by the middle of September, we are to give a grand party, and invite all the best families; but remember, we are going to be inti- mate only with yours.” : ee: weed ii seemed to pervade the whole household, down to the hu family, Harrison grew more spirited, and, it seemed to h more beautiful. How gleeful, almost fearfully so, becam laugh! His movements were more capricious, his wit He flew rather than ran ; there seemed no bounds to his Pee ookereem