A Parisian Romance — page 160: what you’re looking at

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A PARISIAN ROMANCE 151 ruddy face with its flashing dark eyes, and iron- gray hair and mustache. “You are so still,” she replied. The doctor was secretly elated at the compliment, but he would not for the world have allowed it. So, he exclaimed, with an assumption of indignation: “Oh! yes, [remember what separated us. It was your fanaticism, for at that time, unfortunately, you were already a bigot.” “And you an atheist—unfortunately,” was the quiet reply. “An atheist! An atheist! That is for all the world like a woman! When one does not absolutely share their particular belief, one is an atheist! But, Iam no more an atheist than you are, my dear lady! I deny nothing. I do not know, that’s all. I wish I was certain, with all my heart. I would like nothing better. However, atheist or not, am I not an honest man?” The doctor had become quite excited during this little tirade, and any one who did not know him, would have thought that he was furious. But, Madame de Targy was used to his outbursts, and thoroughly understood them. She knew that there was no kinder, truer heart than that which beat beneath her old friend’s waistcoat, and it was with genuine sincerity that she replied: “An honest man! Indeed you are. No one could deny that.” : ) “Well,” said the doctor, quieting down, “perhaps GComicbooks (E(@) im