A Parisian Romance — page 142: what you’re looking at

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A PARISIAN ROMANCE, 133 “Yes, to you,” said the baron, snappishly. “The legacy was left to you.” Armande made no reply. There was a pause, during which a variety of expressions swept over her face, first amazement, then doubt, then horror, and finally absolute fright. At last, she rose to her feet, and turning upon her husband a face from which all color had fled, she asked in her low, tense tones: “Who was it that left this money to me?” “Some one who was well-disposed toward you, of course,” replied the baron. “But why do you care to know more? You understand nothing of busi- ness. All that concerns you is to be certain that this fortune belongs to you; and it very evidently does, since it is surrendered to you. People don’t asarule strip themselves of everything and ruin themselves utterly, for the pleasure it gives them.” “Pardon me!” she persisted, in the same quiet, determined voice. “I insist upon knowing who left me this fortune!” “Oh! you insist, do you?” said Chevrial, dryly, with a twinkle of malicious enjovment in his eye. “Very well, then, you shall know. It was an old friend of your family’s.” He paused a moment, while, with parted lips and quickened breath, his wife waited for his next words. “The Count de Fervieres :” As she heard this name, Armande uttered a cry of horror. Her worst fears were realized, Gomicbooks co i: