A Parisian Romance — page 71: what you’re looking at

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62 A PARISIAN ROMANCE, passes all her days, and even all her nights, they say, in pacing like a specter up and down her . apartments, above here, and—in short, there is a mystery, a something——” “Skeleton!” muttered Tirandel. Chevrial started nervously. “What do you say?” he asked, querulously. “I thought you were asleep.” “Was!” was the yawning reply. “Heard you say mystery! Suggested skeleton.” “Well, don’t be so abrupt in your suggestions. It is the weather, I suppose. I am shaky to-night. You happen to be right, however. There is a skeleton in some closet here, and one that should, perhaps, be ferreted out.” “Tt is very likely all mere idle gossip,” said Vau- martin, rising. “At all events, these young people certainly know how to entertain; their ball has - been a success.” “Tt is the first time they have received since the death of the father,” rejoined Chevrial, “and they have naturally made all the display possible.” “The devil!” exclaimed Vaumartin, as he raised the portiere, which had been drawn across the arch leading into the salon. “The rooms are nearly de- serted. Almost every one has gone.” “So late! Let us go, too, then. Come, Tirandel,” giving him a shake. “You can’t sleep there all night.” ; } » Gomicbooks.com