A Parisian Romance — page 218: what you’re looking at

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A PARISIAN ROMANCE. 269 position under the new management, had gone on a fishing excursion, and the doctor was in Paris, attending to his professional duties; so Madame de Targy was alone. As she lay under the trees, half-lulled to sleep by the soft, balmy air, she was roused by a light step coming over the grass, and looking up, she saw a black-robed figure advancing toward her. “Armande! Armande Chevrial! Can it be possi- ble” she exclaimed, rising to her feet, and holding out both hands. Madame Chevrial stooped and kissed the old lady on both cheeks, and then, making her resume her seat, sat down beside her upon a rustic bench. Very becoming were the somber garments to the blue eyes and golden hair of the baroness, and, — upon her fair face was a look of peaceful content- ment that had not been there durimg the baron’s life. “My dear child,” said Madame de Targy, affec- tionately, “what a pleasure it is to see you! And so unexpected, too. I thought you intended to re- main at Dieppe until the middle of November.” “JT did intend to,” replied Armande, “but I was recalled to Paris by a matter of business. I will tell you about it presently. Almost as soon as I arrived yesterday, I went to the Rue de Rome, but I found no one there.” “No. We have been here for three or four days now. A long time agoI promised our good doctor (CONNIE MOO KS €o im