Pulp Fiction, 1865 · page 91 of 100
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REST. - 93 “Tf her temper should be aroused, no Indian could quell it It is fortunate for her that she has the CORED GHtORERAD of her mother, who can restrain and direct her.” “A kind and gentle hand can mold Annie to = purpose that may not be wrong.” “You have hope, then, of accomplishing that ?” laughed _ young Abingdon, “ Tam certain,” replied the lover, in the most serious of voices.” “She will do any thing for mother, and she will do still more for you—if such an expression be allowable,” The Quaker said nothing, but the lieutenant was never more certain of any thing in the world than that he passed his hand to his face and brushed a tear from his eye. Quiet and undemonstrative as he was, there were deep fountains in his breast which could be stirred by the sight of pain and suffering. More than once, on that dark night of the great Wyoming massaere, as he threaded his way through the gloom of the wilderness, the tears trickled down his cheeks, and he could have wept aloud. One of the most prominent characteristics of his nature was an iron will, and, if necessary, he could hold in subjection these powerful emotions—could wear a calm, placid face, when all within was surging with feeling. Here, where he believed no human eye could see him, he did not strive to keep back the.tears that welled up. “Tm rested!’ exclaimed Arthur, springing to his feet, * You needn’t wait any longer.” “Rest thyself sufficiently, so as not to become fatigued again very soon.” ~“ Oh, I could travel fifty miles!’ was the characteristic re- ply of the boy. His “second strength” had come to him. “ Den it am my’pinion dat if you’s able to walk fifty miles, you has de ’bility to walk forty-nine, and as I don’t t’ink de Injins am dat fur away, den what am de ‘sessity ob waitin’ any longer? Dat am Pete’s ’pinion.” “Fas any one requested thy opinion, Peter?” asked Frank- lin, in his quiet, significant manner. : Doesn’t know as dar’ has. penpty wolunteered it, with- out bein’ axed, dat’s all.” “ After this, wait until thou are asked for thy opinion.” comicboooks.com