A Parisian Romance — page 69: what you’re looking at

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60 A PARISIAN ROMANCE. “Look here, baron,” he said, with as near an ap- proach to spirit, as he ever permitted himself to indulge in. “’Ware, hawk! No chance there.” The baron surveyed him sneeringly from head to foot. “Why no chance?” he asked, contemptuously. “Because,” replied Tirandel, resuming his languid drawl, “this is an ideal match. They adore each other. They embrace in every corner.” The baron’s features relaxed in asmile of con- Sclous power. “My dear fellow,” he said, pityingly, “you don’t know: what you are talking about. There is one established rule which never fails.” * Really >” “Really. In matters of love, with time and money, nothing is impossible. Look at Jupiter in ancient times, and scores of modern instances.” “But,” said Vaumartin, “your rule would proba- bly fail here. These De Targys are very rich. They have at least a hundred thousand francs a year.” The baron snapped his fingers. “Well, a hundred thousand francs a year! What of it? In Paris, a fashionable young woman can easily spend half of that in dress. Besides, have they as muchas that? I have heard it said that De Targy’s father lost considerable money before he died.” “Ah!” “And certainly the son’s marriage did not better Gomichooks.co m