A Parisian Romance — page 136: what you’re looking at

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~ A PARISIAN ROMANCE. “But what I have left is enough, thank Heaven, to pay what I owe you.” As he spoke, Henri rose, produced a pocket-book, and, removing some papers, laid them upon the corner of the bureau. Now that the worst of the ordeal was over, he had quite recovered his self- possession. “These pape~3, monsieur,” he said, in his usual clear voice, “contain an exact account of my pres- ent fortune, including my mother’s dowry and that of my wife. You will see that, at a fair valuation, it represents just about the amount due you.” The baron drew on his coat, and flicked a bit of dust off the sleeve. Then, he answered, carelessly: “Very well, monsieur, I will examine the papers at my leisure. But, by the way; without going into the details of this strange story, since you consider that useless, permit me to ask you one question. Don’t remain standing; sit down, I beg. What was the exact date of the Count de Fervieres’ death?” Henri paused to consider a moment. “He died eight years ago this month,” he said. “And the legacy amounted, you tell me, to two million, seven hundred thousand francs?” “Yes, monsieur.” “ And you pay me the full amount to-day?” “T pay you two million, seven hundred thousand francs,” returned De Targy, somewhat astonished at these questions. 127 (c@) in (E JOO “S (E(@) im