A Parisian Romance — page 214: what you’re looking at

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A PARISIAN ROMANCE | 205 The baron started, shuddered, and raised his head a little. “Yes, yes,” he murmured, faintly, “you—you understand me.” “Very well, then,” said Rosa, drawing his arm through hers. “Lean upon me! Itis nothing. You will soon be better. Come!” Slowly the baron turned, and with faltering steps allowed himself to be led out upon the balcony. “He is breaking up!” said Tirandel, in a low voice, and with an ominous shake of the head. “What is the matter with him?” asked Gillette. “Oh, it is nothing,” replied Laubanere. “I have seen him almost as bad once or twice before. Ah! here is the doctor.” “Good-evening, gentlemen,” exclaimed Doctor Chesnel, who had just entered, advancing to the group, hat in hand, and overcoat thrown over his arm. “Ladies, your most obedient.” “You are just in time, doctor,” said Tirandel, shaking his hand; “our friend has been taken ill.” “Whom do you mean?” asked the doctor. “Who has been taken ill?” “The baron.” “The baron! Where is he?” “Out there, on the balcony.” The doctor threw down his hat and coat ona chair, but before he could make a step toward the window, he was startled by a low cry of horror, and Rosa hurried through the window. In another mo- E@NAIEl OOOlKKS. (EC) AA