Pulp Fiction, 1862 · page 65 of 100
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THE PAWNBROKER'S CUSTOMERS, 63 by the hand. The child made a comical picture. Her pretty head with its flaxen curls was hidden in an over-large bon- net of the coarsest straw—evidently of home manufacture, Her little hands were encased in loose, large, wrinkled gloves ; her dress was entirely out of fashion, being long, dowdy and uncouth, while two pretty little feet tried to show themselves under the creasing of stout, homely morocco shoes. Jennie felt like laughing outright at this diminutive, dressed-up specimen of childhood, but there was something in the lovely blue eyes upturned to hers, something in the stern, pale face of the woman who stood guard over her, that checked the disposition to make mirth, and she turned quite soberly toward the broker. He stood there, serene, dark and handsome. His piercing eyes put her quite out of countenance. His air—so Jennie told her mistress—would well become a great lord; “and _ oh! but he is handsome, Miss. He showed such white teeth as he talked. But, dear me, there was the queerest woman there, and the oddest child ; and when I laid that picture on the counter, you should have seen the old creature start, and come forward and look, and look at it, and look at me, till her mouth opened, and her eyes shone, and I really thought she was going to eat me. I do believe she was a poor thing, and tempted to steal that old miniature if she could.” “ But, did he really give you any money, Jennie, for those Sul ¥ old duds ?” ° “Ob! the money, Miss; why, here it is—six dollars, ma’ he gave to the utmost he could afford, so he said, . four months to redeem them.” “Why, that shawl cost me twenty-five only summer before last,” said the young lady ; “but never mind; it’s a good way to sell old duds. But come, tell me how he looked, and what he said, and whether he really is as handsome near, as he seems from my window.” _ . While Jennie is entering into particulars, it will_be worth while to return to the three balls, and witness the close of the interview between the pale woman, the little child and the broker. The latter had noticed something peculiar in the couple Who sought his attention. Perhaps his heart yearned toward ' comiliclooks.com