A Parisian Romance — page 38: what you’re looking at

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A PARISIAN ROMANCE. 29 family were established at their country-house at Sainte Roche, where it was their habit to pass eight months of the year, the other four being devoted to Paris. If it had not been for his unfeigned delight at being once more with his mother, Henri would have found life in the little village intolerably dull. There were but two or three families of his own rank in life there, and of these the Ambleuses with whom he had been most intimate in days gone by, were at present in Paris, for the purpose of pur- chasing the ftrousseaw of their niece, Armande, who was shortly to become Baroness Chevrial. Fortunately, Henri was fond of field sports, and the meadows about Sainte Roche abounded in snipe and plover. One afternoon, as he was returning after a successful day among the birds, he was walking briskly through the little wood between Limon and Sainte Roche, when, at a turn in the path, he was suddenly startled to see a young girl sitting at the foot of a tree. Raising his hat witha word or two of inarticulate apology for his intru- sion, he was about to pass on, when he was arrested by a plaintive exclamation of “Monsieur!” He turned quickly and met a pair of brown eyes uplifted to his with an expression of pitiful sup- plication. “Pardon me, mademoiselle,” he said. “Did you call me?” CONNIE OOO KS (€(©) im