A Parisian Romance — page 191: what you’re looking at

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182 A PARISIAN ROMANCE. stop for an empire. But, where is Marcelle, mother? Where is Marcelle?” Madame de Targy let her work slip rae her hands, and slowly raised to her son her anguished- stricken face. As Henri caught sight of it, he ut- tered a cry of alarm, and seizing her hand, he exclaimed: “Whatisit? What has happened?” Madame de Targy rose, and laying her disengaged hand upon his arm, asked in a voice of deep emo- tion: “My poor boy, do you love me?” “What do you mean?” murmured Henri, in min- gled astonishment and anxiety. “Because,” she faltered, “you have only me now, my poor boy.” For a moment he gazed at her with startled eyes, and then: “Marcelle!” he cried. “She has left us,” sobbed his mother, pointing to the note on the carpet. Henri stooped and picked it up, and as he read, he grew white to the very lips. “Gone! Gone! With Juliani! My God!” Then, as if taken by a sudden resolution, he - snatched up his hat and turned to leave the room. “Henri!” cried his mother, who had watched, with breaking heart, his every movement. “Henri! Where are you going ?” “To kill them both!” he replied, savaged Eomichbooks. co