A Parisian Romance — page 213: what you’re looking at

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204 A PARISIAN ROMANCE. ducts—no—the most astonishing fetes and—and— Trimalcyon, for example—but—but—that was among the ancients. The ancients did not know everything n—o—not everything.” What he was saying was now scarcely audible, and the words were mumbled incoherently. The purple of his face had deepened and his eyes seemed starting out of their swollen sockets. With one hand he leaned heavily on the table. The other, which still held aloft the glass, trembled as if struck with palsy, and the yellow liquid was dashed over the brim in a shower of golden drops. “No—no—not everything,” he rambled on, amid the silence of his guests who looked at one another in astonishment and alarm, “not gas—stock at thirty-eight. I—the gas affects—the heat—ill—I— | ee, His head sank heavily upon his breast, his up- lifted hand fell to his side, and with a crash, the champagne glass was shivered into a thousand pieces. In an instant all were on their feet. “What is the matter, baron?” exclaimed Rosa. “Are you ill?” asked Laubanere, putting his arm about the shaking form. “Give him air!” said Tirandel, in a low voice. “Will you go out on the balcony with me, where you can get the air?” asked Rosa, coming close to Chevrial’s side and taking his hand,