A Parisian Romance — page 248: what you’re looking at

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A PARISIAN ROMANCE, fae Oe as if she could not believe that she was really for- given. “Marcelle!” he said, softly. “Come!” As by magic, her torpor vanished, and with a glad, thrilling cry, sne sprang forward and was strained to his breast, his burning lips seeking her icy ones. . The husband and wife, after months of torture, anguish, and despair, were united at last, never to be separated again. * * * * * * In the villa at Asnieres, with Doctor Chesnel and the dowager Madame de Targy, live Henri and Marcelle. The doctor insisted upon it, declaring that he was lonely and his life would be miserable if they did not do as he wished. “Needs must, I suppose, when a certain gentleman drives,” laughed Henri; and so it was settled. After their stormy past, they are bappy. Henri will probably never be rich, but he is making a comfortable living, and the quiet, domestic life he lives just suits him. Marcelle loves her generous husband, with a love she never felt even in the days of their prosperity. All her longings for social triumphs have vanished, and she is content, caring little be she rich or poor, provided she shares the fortunes of her husband. The doctor is as kind of heart and sarcastic of tongue as ever. Madame de Targy, free from all -eares and troubles, is happy in the happiness of those she loves. Will the romance which these two Gomicbooksrco im