A Parisian Romance — page 236: what you’re looking at

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A PARISIAN ROMANCE, 207 the name uttered than he was interrupted by a low cry from the horrified woman beside him. “Ah!” she gasped. “Marcelle is alive!” “Yes,” said the doctor, in a low voice. “But this is terrible! What does it mean? When did you hear it?” “About an hour ago. This letter was brought to me at my office in Paris.” As he spoke, he drew an envelope from his pocket and extended it to her. Madame de Targy opened the letter with a trembling hand. “My God! My God!” she faltered, raising to the doctor a face convulsed with varied emotions. “Ts it possible? Is it possible? Here, take it; read it. I cannot! I cannot!” And she sank down upon a chair, completely overcome, and suddenly as weak as a child. The doctor, adjusting his eye-glasses, read slowly and with much feeling, as follows: “My Dear Doctor:—It is a despairing woman who now appeals to your old friendship, to your charity. Have pity, and make them have pity, too. I have been wrong, oh, so wrong! but I have been unished, too, and I return so broken, so repentant.| f you but knew how many times I have regretted’ that I did not perish in the flames, as was reported, with all those poor unfortunates. Their anguish was nothing to what I have suffered, to what I suffer still. If you cannot obtain pardon for me, do not come, do not answer; I shall understand. And Iswear to you that I shall find the courage which has hitherto failed me, To-morrow, those CONNIE OOO KS (€(@) im