A Parisian Romance — page 89: what you’re looking at

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80 : A PARISIAN ROMANCE. the ballet, my dear doctor, to flirt with the damsels of the ballet.” “Ican afford to,” was the dry response. “You - cannot.” } “Disagreeable, as usual.” “Disagreeable? No, sensible. You are looking badly, baron. Your nerves are in a worse condition than ever. See, how your hands tremble, and your voice is unsteady.” } “Great heaven, doctor,” replied the baron, paling a little beneath his rouge. “I must havea little amusement. You would deprive me of every- thing.” “Be advised in time,” was the brief response. “Twill. I will. Iam taking care of myself. I may be permitted a few minutes chat with Rosa, I suppose?” “You are wasting your time, there.” The baron smiled with the air of a conqueror. “Ah, no. I havea plan there which cannot fail of success. In matters of that sort, the opportunity is sure to come. Chance fails man less often than man fails chance. And I flatter myself that I know how to take advantage of the proper moment.” The doctor made no reply. They had reached a small door at the end of the passage, with a little slide in the panel. Doctor Chesnel knocked twice in a peculiar man- ner, the slide shot back, and the upper part of a man’s face appeared in the opening. In another GEomichbooks.com