Salt Lake; a novel
Pierre BenoƮt
Paperback
(RareBooksClub.com, May 17, 2012)
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1922 Excerpt: ...in the black waste, cut another, which went towards the lake. At the cross-roads stood a tall sign-post, dark against the sky. They realized that it was there that they would separate. Instinctively, they slackened their pace. Very soon, they reached the sign-post. It was a rough, square stake, which bore the sinister Morman eye, crudely daubed on each side. The wag-tail had perched on the apex. He allowed them to draw very near, uttered a cry and disappeared for ever into darkness. Now the water-holes around them, seemed to be filled with ink. The curlews screamed louder, but were no longer to be seen. "We shall part here," said the Jesuit. She remained before him, mute, arms hanging limply, a poor creature--adrift. "You are five miles from your villa," he said. He denied himself the atrocious torture of adding: "You will get a scolding." Ah! beyond the desert skies and the flocks of clouds chased by the wind over the billowing sea, is there not a place where minutes as agonizing as these shall be recompensed by an eternity of bliss... Annabel was still motionless. The Jesuit himself adjusted the reins, arranged them on the mare's neck, pulled at the stirrups. "Go now," he said. "Help me mount," she murmured. He obeyed. Then, as he bent over, the young woman seized his hand and kissed it. Near midnight, Pere d'Exiles perceived tiny trembling lights at the edge of the dark sky,--Odgen, his first halting-place, Annabel was back at the villa about eight o'clock. She went immediately to the minister's room. Reclining on a chaise-longue, he was smoking a cigar. He smiled when he saw her enter. "Dear, I was beginning to be anxious," he said. She blushed, attempted to speak. "Don't make excuses,&quo...