A Parisian Romance — page 173: what you’re looking at

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a 164 A PARISIAN ROMANCE. enchanted,” she said. “On the contrary, he told me exactly the opposite, not half an hour ago.” “And the pecuniary rewards are not the only thing to be considered,” proceeded Juliani, without paying any attention to this objection. “There are also the artistic triumphs, the victories, the ovations which await you! Now, to have within your reach all this, fortune and fame, and to refuse to take it, to prefer this cramped, stupid life, which is so dis- tasteful to you—really I do not understand it! And as it is so utterly beyond my comprehension, [ re- peat to you, that, until the very last, I shall hope that you will see things in their right light; until the very last minute, I shall look for you. We leave at six o’clock Saturday afternoon; at ten we arrive at Havre, and at midnight we sail. Thatis— the programme.” Marcelle at first said nothing. Then, passing her hand over her eyes, she rose, and said with an effort: “Well, bon voyage!” “No,” said Juliani, also rising. “I will not bid you good-by; lam going now, but I will not bid you good-by. Ah! what happiness if at the last moment, I should see you arrive at the station!” Marcelle made no reply, and in another moment she was alone. She crossed the room with a rather uncertain. step, and threw herself down in a chair before the fire. How poor and mean seemed all her surround- Gomicbooks (E(@)