A Parisian Romance — page 230: what you’re looking at

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| A PARISIAN ROMANCE. oat reason or another, you do not like her; because you cannot forget that she is the origin of all your misfortunes; because your heart is full of rancor and dislike toward her. That is the truth!” Madame de Targy did not believe all this in the slightest degree, but, in pursuit of her project, she was exercising diplomacy to draw from Henri an expression of his real feelings. Her words certainly had the effect of thoroughly astonishing the voung man. “What are you saying, mother?” he exclaimed. “On the contrary, I feel for her the warmest ad- miration and friendship, and have done so fora long time.” “Ah!” ejaculated Madame de Targy, as if not wholly convinced. “For I have not told you all, dear mother,” con- | tinued Henri. “ When I allowed you to believe that I was happy and well treated in the employment our sudden ruin forced me to accept under Baron Chevrial, I deceived you. Never was there a slavery harsher, more bitter than that I was forced to submit to. The man is no more. His end was almost tragical, and Imust force myself to forget and forgive, but it is difficult to do so. Beneath his outside courtesy was a constant sneer. He was a brute and atyrant. No! despite the horrible neces- sity to which I was reduced to gain my daily bread . in his employ, I would a thousand times have cast his pretended charity in his face, if I had not been (E@NMIE OOOKS im