A Parisian Romance — page 102: what you’re looking at

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A PARISIAN KOMANCE, 9g he had just heard involved, and a terrible struggle was evidently going on in his breast. “Yes, yes, mother,” he said, “I forgive him, I forgive him! But what are we going to do now? Nearly three millions! But it is all that we have, even with your dowry, even with that of Marcelle. It is absolute ruin! If I were alone it would matter but little. I could live, no matter how! But you, mother, and this poor girl to whom I had promised wealth and happiness, and whom I shall drag down with me into this abyss of poverty !” Marcelle, at this, rose to her feet, and threw her arms about his neck. “Henri! Henri dear!” she sobbed. “Becalm! I will be brave! I will have courage! I promise you.” . Henri smoothed her bright hair gently, gazing down upon her with a look of unutterable tender- ness and sympathy. “Yes,” he murmured, “you think so now, poor child. You are sincere, I know it; but the downfall will be too much for you. You will no longer love me!” | She started from him, and brushed away the tears from her eyes. “Henri!” she exclaimed, in indignant protest. “She will no longer love me, mother,” he con- tinued, nearly beside himself, as the future in all its hopeless horror loomed up before him. “ What ean you expect? Why should she love me? Iam Gomicbookssco im