A Parisian Romance — page 103: what you’re looking at

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94 A PARISIAN ROMANCE, neither handsome, nor talented, nor anything! To please her, I had nothing save that wealth which permitted all that she loves, to give her all the best that life has to give.” “Henri! stop!” cried Marcelle, passionately. “You wrong me, you hurt me terribly. It is not true!” With a sudden revulsion of feeling, he caught her in his arms, and covered her face with kisses, with broken words pleading for pardon. Then, re- leasing her, he turned, and commenced pacing slowly up and down the room. Madame de Targy drew Marcelle into her embrace, and in utter silence the two women awaited his decision. It was a terrible question to face. To give up his fortune? Reduce his wife and mother to poverty? And for whom? Whom would this renunciation in reality profit? The Baron Chevrial, already ten times a millionaire, a shrewd financier, a cynical roue, &@ man without heart, faith, or truth. To ruin his wife and mother to enrich that man! But, after all, this money, which had been placed in _ his father’s hands, had not been taken by him; he had never obtained any advantage from it. It had disappeared partially in a failure which no one could have foreseen and for which no one was to blame. His father had risked the rest, imprudently, to be sure, but he had kept nothing for himeelf. Not asou of that fortune had benefited him or his family. As Henri reached this point in his reflec- Gomicbooks..com