A Parisian Romance — page 161: what you’re looking at

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152 | A PARISIAN ROMANCE. we understand one another after all. For it is not through the brain that honest people recognize each other, but through the heart. From the heart comes what you call charity and what I call toler- ance. Under a different name it is the same thing, the same virtue. And, whether it comes from a skeptical heart like mine or a believing heart lke yours, it is a divine virtue.” “T am entirely of your opinion,” retorted Madame de Targy, with a smile. For a moment, they gazed into each other’s eyes, and the vail of the years seemed to be lifted, and they were both young again. It was only for a moment, however, and then the vision was dis- persed, and this idyl of middle age was broken in upon by the entrance of Marcelle. She had on her hat and gloves, and in her plain, gray walking dress, she looked very pretty, in spite of the discontented look, which of late had become her habitual expression. “Ah! Madame Marcelle!” exclaimed the doctor, awakened to the fact that he was past sixty, and the days of sentiment were for him long gone by. “Why are you here, doctor?” said Marcelle, cordially, for she was very fond of the doctor. “« Are you going out, Marcelle,” asked Madame de Targy. | “No. Ihave just come in. I had some errands to do, and 1 went out by the back way.” Eomicbooks.co