Pulp Fiction, 1862 · page 83 of 100
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* BENTIEY AND ‘HER (CHARGE. al : -, — : : ke CHAPTER XIV. >: -- Alroom'in’a dreary building. Neat it was as human hands could make it, but that-did not hide*the ghastly rents in the walls) nor tlie great stains formed by tlie drippings of a cen- tury: It was very meager in'its furnishing, and yet the bits of paint and elaborate fresco, nearly all: torn off by vandal hands, proved that the chamber was‘onee tenanted with costly upholstery. “Now there were only' afew pine-chairs and a pine-table; a bedstead, an old map, and, next to the fireplace; leaning against the jambs, two ‘huge tubs that seemed recently scoured)’ Tlie only occupant, at the moment ‘of which we speak, was°a child ‘of almost fairly-like proportions, and’ of exquisite ‘symmetry in’ face and form.” She stood’ looking dreamily from a window, her beattiful white arms folded; and a smile in’ her gentle blwe eyes. Fair locks hung in circled curls far below her waist. ©The sniile that “heightened the lovely exprestion of her face meant something, for presently a tall, dignified, but very pale, care-worn looking wWomun entered, bearing some bundles in her han¢ (1922929 You might hayelet me go for them—you were €o tired,” said‘the child; springing toward her, and’ trying to take the parcéls from her. aF Fte OF omtO9 Bipot “Let you go? oh, noy that would never do ; it’s not your place; my littlé lady ;-and: instead “of one, I only wish you had twenty” er yants to wait upon you.”: | Dsstosi TSR “Don't call yourself a servant, Bentley; you are nota | servant. ‘You are“just like'my mother. © You are’ ny good friend anid ‘teacher; you have done every thing for me.I shan’t like it.one bit if you call-yourself! a servant, Bentley.” -/ © Wen, well, dear, then I won't ; and°T don’t know that 'L mean just that either, though I'd willingly serve such a'sweet child as you. But, look, my little lady ; for once you shal} have such a supper as you deserve, and such as you hain’t bought cakes; a little cream and some fruit! To be sure you : 7 2 ~~ « comliclxooks.comn