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16 A PARISIAN ROMANCE. Isn’t it about time to think of retracing our steps?” De Targy blushed a little. “Thad intended to go as far as Limon,” he stam- mered. “To tell you the truth, doctor, I have a call to make there.” The doctor stared. “The devil you say!” he growled. “Why didn't you tell me that before? But, never mind, Henri,” he added, kindly, pitying the young man’s evident embarrassment. “I shall get back by myself very well.” “Tam sorry,” began De Targy, “and——” “Oh, that’s: all right, my boy. Don’t say any- thing more about it.” “If you are sure you don’t mind, I would like to keep my engagement.” “Why, of course, of course. I shall see you be- fore I go back to Paris, 1 suppose?” “Oh, yes.” With a wave of the hand, Chesnel turned and was soon lost to sight ina turn of the road. De Targy watched his retreating figure a moment, and then, vaulting over the low rail fence, struck across the fields at a more rapid gait, whistling softly to himself the refrain of a Spanish love song he had heard sung at Seville to the accompaniment of a mandolin. The country is like a beautiful woman, devoid of coquetry ; you must know her well to love her, but when once you have felt her charm, she attaches Gomichbooks:-co