A Parisian Romance — page 145: what you’re looking at

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aS ee A PARISIAN ROMANCE. strain upon her nerves, buried her face in her hands and burst into a passionate flood of tears. “No!” she sobbed. “No! I do not wish this for- tune! I donot wishit! Have mercy upon me!’ The baron blew a long whiff of smoke from his cigarette. “My dear,” he said, “this is really very bad form. I cannot understand such absurd sentimentality. It was my duty to inform you of the good fortune that has come to you, and I have done so. You refuse; so far, so good! But I, as head of the family, accept.” As he finished speaking, he turned to the table, and touched the bell. Armande knew that she had lost, and that it was useless to struggle further. Stung to the quick, her pride came to her aid, and she stifled her sobs and dried her wet eyes. “Tell Monsieur de Targy that he may return, that [am at his disposal,” said the baron to Ambroise, who had answered his summons. The baroness moved toward the other door, in- tending to escape before De Targy should enter. “One moment,” said the baron, going to her side, and speaking ina low voice. “I request you to re- main, and remember that it is your duty to obey your husband.” She turned upon him a face as white and set as that of astatue, save for the eyes which glittered with unspeakable contempt. Gomicbooks.Go