A Parisian Romance — page 186: what you’re looking at

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A PARISIAN ROMANCE, 177 CHAPTER XII. OVER THE BRINK. It was half an hour later when Madame de Targy returned from her music lessons. Finding the little salon in darkness she rang for Maria, who imme- diately appeared, bearing a large lamp. “Pardon me, madam, I did not know that you had returned. I have but just come in myself.” “Did you get the bill from the grocer?” asked Madame de Targy, removing her hat and mantle. “Yes, madam.” “Ah! Iam glad of that. It has been a difficult matter to obtain it.” “He says that he is in no hurry for his money.” “Very possibly, but I am always in a hurry to pay my debts.” “Shall I set the table now, madam?” asked Maria. “Yes. you may as well. Besides, it is nearly six o’clock.” As she spoke, Madame de Targy took the lamp and placed it on a little stand between the win- dows. | “Dear lamp!” she thought. “I am like Henri; I love you. Ah! these sweet domestic evenings. I (EOMNMIE OOOKS (©) ’ i