Pulp Fiction, 1860 · page 17 of 104
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CRUZILLI’S DUNGEONS. 19 and immediately entered the palace. Soon he was passing across the park; his gay robe and plumes had been removed, and, in their stead, was a cap and a plain black cloak. He continued his walk until he had reached a long distanca from the palace, and was traversing a narrow, dismal street, in a less fre- quented portion of the capital. Suddenly he paused in front of a large stone house, gazed cautiously around, then knocked upon the door. ‘* Who is there? ’” was questioned from within. Three rataplan raps were given, when the door was immediately opened. Qt ily entering, the door was reclosed and The warden of this grim place was tall, muscular man, with s countenance indicative of brutal passions, yet the familiarity be- bahar him and the young nobleman appeared to be congenial and “ Well, my lord Ahnitzol !”’ exclaimed the man, when his visitor was seated. ‘* To what ise am I indebted for this visit?” ** A glorious scheme, Cruailt; responded Toluca. “So I ei but you are agitated! What’s the matter. Had any trouble ?”’ ’ - . ** Yes, [ have; and have work for you.”’ “* That’s good news; what can I do?”’ = pon know Maxtla, the sculptor? ”’ “e do.’’ “* Could you get him into one of your dungeons ?”’ _ «He stands in my way — between me and the object of my affee- tion. Do you understand ? ”’ ‘ “T think I do.” re _ ** Will you prevent his troubling me again? ” oT hee eM *« Your paf shall be e.”’ eT | aft Yéan 404 oem s are, and on whomi Ican call. Is that “epee know Meztli— father’s favorite slave?” “Can not say that I do,” « - she was pointed out to you, would you place her out of the way > ** Yes, if it would serve you, by so doing.”’ **[ would have her removed. She will cause me trouble.”’ “ Then it shall be done.”’ connicbooks.con) ©