Pulp Fiction, 1879 · page 47 of 100
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A LITTLE PRIVATE CONVERSATION. Bl aa “Good heavens! parson Trust. You can not mean it , she gasped. “Oh, dear! oh, dear! I knew that girl would be the death of me! I knew— | “ Hold, madam,” he interrupted, “ I see no harm in this at- tachment. On the contrary, I think it is quite proper. He is a noble young man, and she is a good girl. Yea, verily, could not imagine two persons who are better matched—hette. fitted to make each other happy!” “ But he is not worth a cent, that I heard of!” exclaimed Miss Trundle, “not a farthing. How are they going to live? He is 2 wanderer, a hermit, a sort of cannibal! Oh, dear! dear! I could not bear for a moment the thought of her mar- rying such an odd young man!” “J think, on the contrary, that he is quite an intelligent youth,” said Trust; “and, besides,” he added, in a solemn voice, “ you must bear in mind, madam, that they love each other, and’ on that account, by the laws of our Savior, they showld be united.” | “ But; oh, dear! oh, mercy! only think of his not being worth any property; his not having any—” “Madam!” gently interrupted the parson, “your anxiety for the welfare of your niece does you credit, and allow me to inform you that he kas property, or at least the use of it.” . “ And where is it, parson? Where is this property? . ]. questioned him on a certain occasion, and he said he had none.” “ Miss Trundle,” answered Trust, with a meek smile, “ his property is here in the Pacific Ocean. It is this island /” The spinster shrieked. “Yes, this island; this beautiful paradise, abounding, in fruits and fishes; this lovely spot, far removed from the dig and bustle of cities; from the whirl of business; from the—’ “Dear me!’ interrupted Miss Trundle. “ You don’t mean to say that they wish to live here /” “T do,” he replied. “He has asked her to be his wife, and to retain with him here, and she has consented !” “Why, parson Trust, this is shocking! This is terrible! Can it be that you, one of God’s shepherds, approve of this plan ?” “And why nét? They love each other, and 1 have no -comnichaols. aa 5 I . ins ‘ ree