A Parisian Romance — page 242: what you’re looking at

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A PARISIAN ROMANCE. 233 pulse me, that he will not even see me! Oh! madam, implore him to listen te me! His harshness would kill me! I know—I know that it would be better for every one, if I were to die, but I cannot, I cannot without being forgiven!” “Poor child!” The doctor turned suddenly from the window with a warning gesture. “Be careful!” he said, quickly. “Henri is coming up the path from the river.” Marcelle started from her mother-in-law’s em- brace, and gave a quick glance around, like a hunted animal seeking shelter. | “Great Heaven!” exclaimed Madame de Targy. “He must not see her thus without preparation. He must not!” “No.” said the doctor, taking Marcelle, who seemed paralyzed with fear, by the arm. “Into the conservatory! Quick.” She was scarcely hidden behind a plant, thick with foliage, when the door was thrown open, and Henri entered the room. } “Mother,” he said, “come down to the river-bank. It is beautiful there this afternoon Why, doctor,” perceiving Chesnel, “you are back early to-day.” The doctor looked at Madame de Targy, and Madame de Targy looked at the doctor, but neither ‘of them spoke. Each appeared to be waiting for the other. Gomicbookssco im