A Parisian Romance — page 33: what you’re looking at

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24 A PARISIAN ROMANCE. not real love, the love which satisfies, the love which comforts. If you have read all the poems in that book you will know from them that I am speaking the truth.” | He had risen to his feet and was standing close beside her. All his nervousness had vanished. He was very pale, but his voice was steady and his bearing composed. “What have you found in them except the melancholy inseparable from the feeling that every- thing in one’s life is incomplete and ephemeral? The verses you have just sung, it is true, are full of satisfied happiness, but while they are as sincere as the others, they are less real. Do you understand me? They did not come from my brain by an effort of the will; they came from my heart and I have felt what they express; but they were addressed to a fancied ideal rather than to any living woman. She had no name, no form.” “You will-doubtless some day find your ideal.” “IT have found it already,” he cried, his voice quivering with passionate longing. “Oh! Marcelle! Marcelle! don’t you see? don’t you understand? I love you! Put me out of my suspense, send me away from you now, and I will never trouble you again—but—I love you!” ~ With lips half parted, and the warm color coming and going on her lovely face, she raised her eyes to his, eyes in which glowed the light that never was on land or sea. Then, with a little motion for him GEomichbooks. co