A Parisian Romance — page 66: what you’re looking at

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A PARISIAN ROMANCE. o7 “T enjoy your pleasure,” was the tender reply. “Oh! you bad boy, but I want you to enjoy it yourself.” « Are you sure you are not getting too tired’ “No. Oh! Henri, I never was so happy in my life!” And she impulsively threw both arms about his neck and kissed him. “My dear!” he exclaimed, glancing quickly out into the salon, with a man’s nervous dread of being ridiculous. “How could you?” ) The bright face clouded over in an instant and the pretty lip trembled. As Henri saw this, a pang smote him to think that any thoughtiess word of his should cause her pain, and drawing her farther within the curtained window, he put his arm about her, saying soothingly: “Forgive me, dear! Kiss me, wherever you like, +n the ball-room, in the street, in the theater, in church——” She looked up at him, a delicious smile upon her lips. “J did, once,” she said, demurely. “You did, my darling !” he murmured, passion- ately, straining her closer to him. “May I never forget it!” For a moment she remained nestled close to the heart of her lover husband, and then, gently dis- engaging herself from his embrace, she said, laugh- ingly: GEomichooksseo im