A Parisian Romance — page 41: what you’re looking at

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32 4 PARISIAN ROMANCE. was nothing serious, he took his leave, over- whelmed by the thanks of the aunt, which, how- ever, he at once ungratefully forgot after the half- whispered au revoir of the girl herself and the slight pressure of the hand, which sent the blood pulsing through his veins. Although it was rapidly growing dark, and he was certain to be late to dinner, he lingered for a full half-hour in the public room of the inn, chat- ting with the buxom landlady, and deftly extract- ing from the good woman all the information she was in possession of regarding her guests. It seemed that Madame Charteris, with her niece, Mademoiselle Marcelle Rigaud, had arrived there about two weeks before, and had taken rooms for the summer. The landlady was loud in their praises, but she seemed to know little of them, beyond the fact that they seemed to be comfortably off, although not rich. The next day Henri called, as in duty bound, to inquire for the young lady, and this call led to another, until scarcely a day passed without his walking over to Limon and appearing at the Lion d’ Or. It would have been difficult for him to ex- plain the extraordinary fascination which Made- moiselle Rigaud exercised over him, Lovely as she - undoubtedly was, he had seen many women quite as beautiful, many who were far more brilliant, but this girl with the brown eyes and the russet hair, drew him toward her as the magnet draws Gomichooks: co