A Parisian Romance — page 115: what you’re looking at

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106 A PARISIAN ROMANCE. the animal characteristics of his face were more pronounced than ever. “Now look here, doctor;” he said, “you preach well, but every one knows that you’re no saint. I have watched you more than once, and I compli- ment you on your powers of fascination. Why, you love women just.as much as I do.” “Certainly,” replied Chevrial, slowly, in his most sarcastic drawl. “Certainly, 1 love women; that is to say, I love the society of women, /’ odor di femina, as I love flowers, pictures, music, all beautiful things. But there is a shade of difference between us, baron. Llama dilettante, you are a debauchee!\” There was a pause, and then the baron ejaculated dryly: “Thanks!” He was about to say more, but at this moment there was a discreet tap upon the door of the ante- chamber, and Ambroise appeared. “Well! What is it?” asked the baron. “Mademoiselle Guerin, of the opera, monsieur,” As if by magic, the baron’s face cleared. “Good! Show her in,” he said. The doctor picked up his hat and cane from the table, and said, with a threatening shake of the fingers: | “The regent! Remember! I will escape the other way.” “No, no!” cried Chevrial. “Remain. There is no Gomicbooks.co