A Parisian Romance — page 77: what you’re looking at

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68 A PARISIAN ROMANCE. said, thoughtfully, playing with the magnificent jewels upon her white fingers: “Would you -believe it? I never knew exactly how much my dowry was. I was suchachild. My education had been so unpractical that I knew ab- solutely nothing of business matters. I thought it quite natural that you should take me for my pretty | face, with a flower for my only ornament. Teil me, how much was my dowry?” Henri hesitated. “T do not remember,” he said, “exactly.” “No,” she insisted, with a pretty mowe, “tell me— please!” “Well—eighty thousand francs.” “Income?” “Oh! no!” he laughed. Marcelle’s face grew grave. “Poor fellow!” she said, tenderly. “But,” im- ploringly, “you are happy?” He drew her close into his arms. “So happy, my darling, so happy, that the very excess of my happiness almost frightens me.” “Ah! how I love you!” she murmured. GEomicbooks.¢o