A Parisian Romance — page 192: what you’re looking at

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A PARISIAN ROMANCE. 183 She rushed toward him, and throwing her arms about him, screamed: “Do not leave me, Henri! Iimplore you, do not leave me!” The doctor, alarmed by her cry, appeared in the door-way. “Let me go!” said Henri, struggling to escape from her embrace. “Let me go!” The strain was too much for the poor woman, and, with a low cry she released her hold, and sank half-fainting to the floor. De Targy made a step toward the door, but the doctor laid a heavy hand upon his shoulder: “Henri!” he said, in a low, stern voice. “Think of your mother!” Henri hesitated for a moment; and then, casting aside his hat, he stooped, and, raising his mother’s prostrate form, clasped her to his breast. EComicbooks ico im