A Parisian Romance — page 79: what you’re looking at

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70 A PARISIAN ROMANCE. aunt had refused to look beneath the dazzling litter of the baron’s gold. Knowing but little of life, as is the rule with most French girls, she had acquiesced in the decision of her family, and ac- cepted Chevrial’s hand. Her awakening came only too soon. The baron’s resolve at reformation, made, it must be confessed for purely selfish reasons, was short-lived, and Armande had not been married six months before she knew that her husband was a selfish, unprincipled rowe, entirely abandoned to the gratification of his own passions, and utterly regardless of the feelings of others so long as his own ends were gained. There was one terrible scene between them, of bitter upbraiding and hope- less pleading on her part, and sneering sarcasm and cynical bravado on his, but it was the last. From that time she went her way and he his. Whatever she may have suffered in silence, the world never knew it. Her manner to him was perfect; she in- dulged in no further reproaches and she respected his wishes. On his part, he was well satisfied with an arrangement Which permitted him to follow his own sweet will without restraint or annoyance. The passing fancy, which Armande’s beauty had inspired in him, had long ago dwindled to nothing. So long as she did honor to his name and wealth, dressed magnificently and entertained perfectly, that was all he demanded of her. He knew that she despised him, but that, in general, was a matter of supreme indifference to him, *comichbooks:Go