A Parisian Romance — page 159: what you’re looking at

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150 A PARISIAN ROMANCE niarily embarrassed and do not appeal tome. I am idiotically rich, and don’t know what to do with my money.” “Thank you, my old friend.” The words were few, but the tone in which they were spoken said much, and the doctor was satis- fied. He raised the slender white hand to his lips, and still retaining it in his, said, with considerable emotion: “You know how fond I am of you and how long I have known you. Perhaps you may deign to re- member that it rested with you to marry me.” Like a flash, Madame de Targy’s thoughts flew back, over the long years, to the time when they were both young and she had been very near loving this sturdy old man who now stood before her, and whose friendship for her, in spite of all, had never once faltered. A faint flush tinged her still fair face, and she gently withdrew her hand. “T remember it perfectly, my friend,” she Said, softly. “But I was not gentleman enough for you!” Madame de Targy raised her hand deprecatingly. “You. know well, my dear doctor,” she said, warmly, “that it was not that which separated us.” “And what was it, then? I had talent and there was a future before me. I was not bad looking; on the contrary, I was even handsome.” Madame de Targy smilingly contemplat d the com cS. GO (€| oox@)