A Parisian Romance — page 165: what you’re looking at

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156 A PARISIAN ROMANCE. “Oh! not at all,” she replied coldly, without look- ing at him. “Tam afraid, my dear,” continued Henri, a little sadly, “that you do not look forward with the same impatience that Ido to that hour in the evening when we shall all be united about our fireside. Our home is more humble, more confined than it once was, but it brings us closer together on that very account. When I see, asI turn the corner of the street, our light burning here, high up near the stars, my heart beats with rapture and delight.” Marcelle made a movement of impatience. “Very poetical,” she said, with a slight sneer. “We ought to buy agame of lotto. If we played lotto in the evening, there would be nothing left to complete our happiness.” Henri started to his feet, pained and just a little angered. “You have no right to speak in that way, Mar- celle,” he said. “You promised to be brave, but you are not so.” Marcelle’s eyes flashed a little, as she responded, sharply: “It is unspeakably irritating, Henri, to see you so charmed, so delighted with our poverty, that you obstinately refuse to take advantage of the simplest and most legitimate means to better our condition.” De Targy was silent for a moment, and then he asked, dryly: “What means?” Eomicbooks.co