A Parisian Romance — page 189: what you’re looking at

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180 A PARISIAN ROMANCE. other gate to make sure. But it was too late; the train was already moving off.” “And you recognized Marcelle!” exclaimed Madame de Targy, who had listened to him in absolute stupefaction. “T thought I recognized her,” corrected the doc- tor, “Heaven grant that I was mistaken !” Without answering, Madame de. Targy turned suddenly and entered Marcelle’s room, which was on the other side of the little hall. The doctor drew out a large handkerchief and mopped his heated brow. | It was not two minutes before Madame de Tragy returned, with unspeakable horror depicted upon her countenace, and holding in her hand a hit of paper, which she extended to the doctor. “Tt is true,” she murmured. “Look!” And she threw herself down on the sofa and buried her face in her hands. The doctor cast his eye over the sheet which con- tained these words: “Forgive me! Ihave gone to America with Juli- ani. Jlove you both. Farewell.” The paper fell from his hands, and fluttered down to the floor. “Poor people!” he muttered, with the utmost com- passion. “Poor people!” | “What is to be done?” moaned Madame de Targy. “My son will be here eeu What is to be done?” GEomichbooks: co