A Parisian Romance — page 241: what you’re looking at

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932 A PARISIAN ROMANCE humble, so unhappy! Ah! madam, if you could hav? seen me, after my eyes were opened to my folly, alone, poverty-stricken, ill, at the other end of the world, you would have had pity. Ah! in those terrible hours, if you could know, with what an agony of longing my heart turned to that little apartment I had so weakly, so shamefully aban- doned, and, how it seemed to me that if I could re- turn there for just one day near you and—and him, not as his wife, not as your daughter, but as the servant of you both, how it seemed to me that that would be Paradise!” | | She stopped, her sobs choking her so that she could not proceed. Deeply moved, Madame de Targy hesitated a moment, and then, with a sudden impulse, she stooped, raised the unhappy girl, and clasped her to her breast. | “My daughter! “Mother!” and with a glad cry, she clung convul- sively to the noble woman, whose religion taught her to forgive. The doctor cleared his throat, and, with a sus- picious moisture in his kindly eyes, walked away to the window. “There, there, my child!” whispered M adame de Targy, soothingly. “Be calm! you must not waste your strength. Allis not over, yet.” Marcelle raised her head with a shudder. “No! Iknowit! I know it!” she faltered. “And Iam so afraid of him! So afraid that he will re- Eomicbooks..co