A Parisian Romance — page 91: what you’re looking at

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82 A PARISIAN ROMANCE. “Ah! the good doctor!” she exclaimed, as the two gentlemen approached, with a charming smile which displayed two rows of faultless teeth, the chief beauty of her face. “And you, mon vieuz,” she added, turning to the baron. “ You have quite de- serted me lately.” The baron bent and touched his lips to the hand extended to him, a hand rather large, perhaps, but white and well-formed. . “It is your heartlessness that has driven me from your side,” he murmured. “My heartlessness!” she retorted, with a merry laugh. “Hear him, doctor! One would think he was a beardless boy, sighing for his first flame. My dear baron, that part of your anatomy that has done you service for a heart must be quite riddled by the shafts of the little love god.” The doctor joined in her merry laughter. Rosa Guerin was a prime favorite with him. He liked her frankness and good humor, and he respected her because, surrounded as she was by temptation, she had managed thus far to preserve a spotless reputation. The baron, not a whit abashed by her raillery, said, with a look which he meant to be fascinating, but which was really ridiculous in its languishing servility: “Will you ever be obdurate?” “There is but one way to win me, baron. The blessing of the church upon our union. But for the Eomicbooks. Go)