A Parisian Romance — page 175: what you’re looking at

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166 A PARISIAN ROMANCE, ' CHAPTER XI. BREAKING A BUTTERFLY. “May we come in?” Marcelle, startled, turned from the window where she had been listlessly gazing out into the street, and saw standing in the door-way of the little salon, Baron Chevrial and two ladies, resplendent in spring costumes, the latest creations of the world-renowned man milliner. One of them was Madame de Luce, the young widow whom, we have met once before, and the other a Mrs. Martin, an American, but who had lived so long abroad and becoine so thoroughly Parisianized, that she had entirely forgotten the time before Mr. Martin, whom by the way no one in Paris had ever seen, had “made his pile,” and when she herself had eked out their slender income by washing clothes for the miners. “May we come in?” repeated the baron. “Oh, come in, by all means,” said Marcelle, color- ing, and crushing a piece of paper she held in her hand into her pocket. “We rang twice,” said the baron, “but no one answered, and, as the door was ajar, we took the liberty of entering.” Gomichooks. co