Pulp Fiction, 1860 · page 51 of 104
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* THE IDIOT Wwarrtna MAID. 58 Maxtla’s attention was drawn toward the writhing Cruzilli, one of the sentinels, hearing the sound of battle, came stealthily upon the Sculptor, and, with one foul blow, struck him senseless. Toluca, taking immediate advantage of the fovement, sprang , and a moment later, the daring and dangerous captive was bound hand and foot. He was then conducted to a dungeon, where ® heavy stone door closed upon him. Mazina lay in an unconscious state upon the cold floor. edie eae th though h ed to absorb Earnestly en with thoughts which seemed to rb ev feeling os ing she sat ae at a distance beyond hearing the lovers. Her head fell forward upon her hands, and her lips gave utterance to these words : “*There is a mystery about her. She is unlike the rest of the Her complexion is so light, her hair so soft and silky, and every movement so different. That locket! Who gave it to 4 her? Who placed it around her neck? I must find the n! I must know where it was obtained. Hark?’ and she listened. Her ear had caught a sound which for an instant startled her; but, 3 tion, she concluded that it was eaused by some n in the vicinity, and without giving it more gave herself up to her reflections. In that deep meditation, time passed unheeded. It was some time before she aroused herself from the reverie. Then starting quickly, she hurried back to where she had left Maxtla and Mazina, but were gone! She called but there was no response. Was it possible that they had taken advantage of her generous absence, and fled? The thought troubled her exceedingly. Little did she dream of what really taken place ! CHAPTER XIIL ’ MEZTLI IN A NEW CHARACTER. Thirty -stx hours after the closing of the stone aus ee = &gain imprisoned sculptor, a singular was sea on the ground, just outside the valley-opening of the cave. It was a young Woman, apparently eighteen or twenty years of age. Her garments were worn by the lowest class of people— coarse and was bare, her hair long, tangled, and of a reddish cast complexion a dark copper color, her eyelids drooped, and the expression of her countenance was vacant and half- idiotic. She had neither hat upon her head nor shoes upon her feet i i eT comicloooks.conn -