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A PARISIAN ROMANCE 231 _ his countenance. “She is close by, in my carriage at the end of the avenue, awaiting her fate.” “Bring her to me,” said Madame de Targy, briefly. In five minutes, a five minutes that seemed an eternity to Madame de Targy, Doctor Chesnel re- turned, leading a slender, dark-robed figure—Mar- celle, but how changed from the brilliant young beauty who, only a few years before, had taken all Paris captive! Pale, wan, and haggard, with great brown eyes gazing out from her white face as if in a dream of hopeless misery, she advanced into the room to where Madame de Targy stood, motionless and with averted face. Then, releasing herself from the doctor’s supporting arm, she sank on her knees at the feet of the woman, to whom she had been the cause of so much unhappiness. ”Ah! madam, I have suffered so much!” she mur- mured, in a voice suffocated with emotion. Without turning her head, Madame de Targy slowly let her hand fall until it rested upon the head of the kneeling woman. With asob, Marcelle seized it, and covered it with kisses. “Ah! madam!” she said, with the tears streaming down her cheeks. “How good you are! How I thank you for consenting to see me!” “Rise!” said Madame de Targy, with an evident effort. “No, not yet! not before I have told you how wicked I have been, madam, but so repentant, so GComicbooks:co im