Pulp Fiction, 1866 · page 11 of 100
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A BEAUTIFUL FAIRY. 18 “ Joe, you must forget all about her!” . “Who?” inquired Joe, blushing deeper than before, and yet trying to seem perfectly unconscious. “The one of whom you are thinking at this moment “Me! cried the dwarf, “me! Ho! ho! You make fun !” And a forced laugh crackled in his throat. “Why don’t. you eat?” said Frank. “ You were com- plaining of hunger not long since, and now that we have a good meal before us you don’t seem to relish it. Try these cheese-cakes ; they are delicious,” “ Me have eaten three potatoes,” replied Joe, “and them plenty for me now. Me got all the cheese-cakes for you ; me no want.” “Nonsense. I won’t eat another mouthful unless you join me. +B “ Hist;” whispered the dwarf, as a rustling noise was heard ih the grass outside of the cave. Both men, who were sitting with their backs turned toward the entrance, whirled themselves around, and rose to confront a beautiful vision. It was a young girl, wearing a short cloak ‘and a jaunty little hat. Her brown hair fell over her white neck and graceful shoulders in thick, wavy masses. _ She wore neat little gaiters, and there was such an airy lightness about -her symmetrical form that her feet scarcely seemed to touch the ground. The blue eyes were full of spirit and softness, and the perfect regularity of the features was relieved by quick changes of expression and color that gave a piquant charm to the fresh young face. On seeing Frank, she started and seem- ed a little confused ; while the Portuguese, blushing and nod- ding his head toward her, said to his friend, in a low voice: : That's him—that’s the one the been speaking of ; the ne me see with the old woman.” The young boat-steerer took off his cap and bowed. “Beautiful fairy,’ he began, but she checked him with a peremptory wave of one little hand. “This is no time for compliments, sir,’ she said, in a musi- ‘cal but decided voice. “ You must leave this place instantly if you do not wish to be arrested. The old woman of whom your friend bought his provision, has gone to betray you.” . eg Comichbookszcom