A Parisian Romance — page 223: what you’re looking at

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_ 214 ea A PARISIAN ROMANCE, “nerhaps he would be unwilling to accept any service from me personally.” “From you personally?” cried Madame de Targy. “What nonsense! How could you think such a thing as that?” Armande flushed, as she replied with some em- barrassment: “He treats me, it seems to me, in a very singular manner. One would say, that in spite of himseif he feels still a little rancor against me as the cause of his troubles, and, especially, since my mourning. During the settlement of the affairs at the bank, to which he applied himself with so much zeal, you have no idea how cold his attitude toward me was. Ido not mean that he was not always courteous and devoted to my interests, but it seemed to me as if it were painful for him to meet me.” As Madame de Targy listened to these words, a new idea suddenly entered her brain, a hope that made her heart beat faster. Perhaps, after all, there was a new and brighter future for that son she so dearly loved. “My dear,” she said, affectionately, “you are cer- tainly mistaken. I know that he has every sym- pathy and respect for you in the world.” Armande smiled sadly. “T wish I could believe it,” she said, “but, at ali events, I beseech you, use all your influence to in- duce him to accept what I propose, and I shall be very happy.” Eomicbooks-co