A Parisian Romance — page 93: what you’re looking at

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bs 84 A PARISIAN ROMANCE. gnawing his lip. “She’s cold enough for Diana in all conscience.” At present, Rosa was certainly Chevrial’s reign- ing divinity. Her indifference piqued him, and the more impossible it seemed to catch the charming bird, the more eager he became in her pursuit. The doctor stopped to inquire for one of the com- pany who was ill, and his questions answered, he turned to look for his companion. He found him playing the agreeable to two girls, rather pretty in a somewhat coarse way, who seemed only too flat- tered at his attentions. “Well, are you going back for the fourth act?” “No,-no,” said the baron, with a vacuous grin. “It is much pleasanter here than listening to the squalling inside.” “As you please,” replied the doctor, coldly. “What a mockery of fate,” he thought, as he re- turned to the auditorium, “that a man like that should have won such a wife as he has. Ah! mar- riage is indeed a lottery, and a lottery where fools and knaves win the prizes.” aR ee Be EGomicbooks (EO)