A Parisian Romance — page 29: what you’re looking at

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20 A PARISIAN ROMANCE. Was it possible that she cared a little for him? He - longed to put his fate to the touch, but the words would not come to his lips. Perhaps she realized something of what was passing in his mind, for, as she glanced furtively at him beneath her long lashes, a bewitching smile played about her lips. For a few moments neither spoke, and then, she said, holding up the book she had been reading: “You see, I think of you, even during your ab- sence, truant! I have been reading your poems over again.” “Yes!” “Yes. Aren’t you pleased 2” “Tam pleased to think that my poor efforts have helped you to kill time.” “Don’t speak of killing time. Who is it that says to kill time isa sort of suicide? The days are not half long enough for me. Besides, I will not allow you to call these poems poor. They are lovely.” “You don’t know how happy it makes me to have you say so.” “Indeed! Then what will you say when I tell you that I have committed one of them to memory, and, more than that, set it to music.” “You have! Oh! do sing it to me.” “You must bring me my guitar, then.” “Where is it.” “On the sofa, in the parlor. Ask one of the maids for it.” As-he strode rapidly across the lawn Marcelle Gomichbooks: co