A Parisian Romance — page 27: what you’re looking at

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18 A PARISIAN ROMANCE, of a young girl. Her simple gown, which fell in graceful folds about her svelée figure, was belted in at the waist by a broad blue ribbon, and a knot of the same azure hue confined her bright chestnut hair, which grew in low ripples over her broad, white brow, asin the bust of Clytie. One delicate hand supported her head, and the other held a dainty little volume, upon which the long-lashed eyes were fixed. She was so absorbed that De Targy’s quiet approach had passed unnoticed. For a moment or two, the young man stood in rapt contemplation of the exquisite vision before him, and then, feeling very much as if he were inter- rupting the devotions of some fair saint, he said, in a low voice: “May a mere mortal be allowed to intrude upon your domains, Titania?” The girl started, the book fell from her hand, and as her eyes met those which were bent upon her with a look of unmistakable admiration, a bright flush suffused the delicate oval of her cheeks, and she murmured, rising to her feet. “Oh! Is it you, Monsieur de Targy?” “Yes,” opening the gate and advancing to her side, “were you expecting me?” “IT thought perhaps you might come,” she an- swered, demurely, lowering her eyes. The momentary color had died away, and she was rapidly recovering her self-possession. As she became calmer, it was the man’s turn to evince Eomicbooks.Go