A Parisian Romance — page 190: what you’re looking at

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A PARISIAN ROMANCE. 18] Doctor Chesnel shook his head. “T don’t know,” he replied, sadly, “whatever you may do, the evil is irreparable.” “Yes, yes, of course,” cried Madame de Targy, raising her head, “but still, let us see. Suppose I go away, and you tell him that I went with her. No! that is impossible. Great Heaven!” starting up, “There is Henri’s step upon the stairs. He is here! Leave me alone with him, but, in pity’s name, do not goaway! There! there!” She pointed to the door of her own room, and the doctor vanished. Sitting down to the table again, Madame de Targy snatched up her work and attempted to sew, forcing herself to appear as composed as possible. “Here I am back once more! Good-evening, mother,” cried Henri, entering gayly and casting his hat down upon the sofa. “Ah! what a happy moment it is when one returns to his little home! It isa moment that repays one for all the hard work of the day. Ah! the table is all set, and Iam famished. Isn’t Marcelle here?” Madame de Targy, with bent head, made no answer, but continued to ply her needle mechani- cally. Her heart was beating to suffocation. Henri approached his mother, and said, with a . laugh: “What an indefatigable worker you are, mother! When you havea task to perform, you would not Gomicbooks im