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158 A PARISIAN ROMANCE, her arms imploringly, her eyes filled with tears, and her cheeks flushed with shame. “Oh!” she exclaimed, piteously. “Forgive me, mother! Forgive me, Henri! I was wrong, horri- bly wrong! I will never receive Juliani again, I promise you. Besides, he is going away very soon, in a few days, I think. What I said was outrage- ous, I know, but you must have pity upon me, I am so unhappy at times, so worried, so troubled! We ought to have left Paris. Anywhere else, I should have suffered less. I should have been less morti- fied—less humiliated——” She stopped, her voice choked with emotion. She was sincere in her regret, but mingled with it was something of pity for what she considered her own forlorn condition. | Henri’s eyes softened, as they rested upon the lovely tear-bedewed face. She was but a child after all, a beautiful, spoiled child. “There, there, my dear,” said Madame de Targy, soothingly. “Don’t distress yourself. We under- stand.” “And then,” proceeded Marcelle, with a half sob, “JT assure you, I assure you, Henri dear, I am ashamed to see you both work so hard, while I alone am useless.” “Useless, my dear little girl!” he replied, tenderly. “Why, without you what would become of us? We should have but the bare necessities of life. You are our luxury.” | Eomichbooks, co