A Parisian Romance — page 134: what you’re looking at

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A PARISIAN ROMANCE. | 125 you are willing, I would prefer to enter into no explanation as to its origin or how it came into my possession.” The baron smiled sarcastically. “My dear Monsieur de Targy,” he replied, “you must see that such a thing is impossible. I cannot accept a gift for my wife, without knowing from whom it comes, and all the circumstances connected with it.” There could be no doubt of the truth of this, as De Targy,in spite of himself, was forced to ac- knowledge. There was but one thing to be done, therefore, and that was to tell the whole story, cost what it might. “You are right,” he said, with painful constraint, “and I will obey your wishes. It was the Count de Fervieres, a friend of my father’s, who left him this money, charging him to pay it over to Mademoiselle ‘dad’ Ambleuse—after—after a certain delay.” “After a certain delay? You mean, I suppose, after Monsieur d’ Ambleuse’s death.” Henri bowed his head. “Yes. I thought so. And how much does this legacy amount to?” The baron’s utterance was as slow and calm as if he had been discussing the weather. But Henri’s hands were like ice, and there was a lump in his throat that seemed as if it were choking him. He made a desperate effort at self-control, however, and answered quietly enough: Gomicbooks (€(@) AA