A Parisian Romance — page 60: what you’re looking at

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‘A PARISIAN ROMANCE, 51 hued hair was poised an exquisite, jeweled butterfly. The excitement had flushed her delicately molded cheeks and lent an additional Bee to her dark brown eyes. After acknowledging the salutes of the four gen- tlemen, whose conversation we have been listening to, she turned to her aunt, and said, smilingly, evidently in reply to some remark just made: “Then you really think. that I have made pro- gress?” “Prodigious, my dear, prodigious,” replied Madame Charteris, whose more than plump figure was tightly compressed in a gorgeous costume of scarlet and black, and whose good-humored face beamed with pleasure at the success of her niece. “Your voice is now simply perfection.” “You really made me shed tears,” observed Madame de Luce, a pretty young woman, whose elderly husband had considerately died a few years before and left her in possession of an ample in- come. “You have the golden voice of Patti,” said Vau- martin, in his loud voice. “With a suggestion of Nilsson, besides,” added the baron, bowing low with his most fascinating air. Marcelle smiled and blushed with gratified vanity. “Oh! gentlemen,” she said, “you are really too good.” Baron Chevrial raised his little eyes to her fresh, Gomicbooksreo im