A Parisian Romance — page 226: what you’re looking at

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A PARISIAN ROMANCE, O17 Madame de Targy was satisfied. She thought she understood the whole affair, now; and her ~ maternal heart swelled with pride and joy. “Sometimes, we are, however,” she said, mean- ingly, “when we are too modest. I think I know whom you mean, and you are mistaken.” Here, the good woman allowed her desifes to get the better of her judgment. “How could any one remain long insensible to the charming qualities of mind and person that you possess.” . Armande knew her secret was suspected, if not discovered; but it was a comfort to her sad heart to have a confidante. “The one of whom we speak,” she said, with downcast eyes and fluttering heart, “does not look upon me, I am afraid, with the same indulgence that you do, his heart is faithful to his first love, and——” “But,” interrupted Madame de Targy, eagerly, “that is but a memory that must eventually be effaced, especially since it is a memory with so much bitterness connected with it.” Armande rose, as if half fearful to prolong the conversation. : “Tt is time for me to go,” she said. “Good-by, dear, dear Madame de Targy.” “But, why not remain to dinner? The doctor will be delighted to see you, I am sure.” Armande hesitated a moment. “Unfortunately, it is impossible,” she said, “I EOMIEDOoks (€@) im