A Parisian Romance — page 94: what you’re looking at

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A PARISIAN ROMANCE. 85 CHAPTER VII. THE MYSTERY DISCLOSED. Marcelle de Targy was a very happy woman, happy in her husband’s love, happy in her social success, happy in her youth and beauty. She loved society, balls, theaters, receptions, and all the thou- sand and one diversions of Parisian life. She thoroughly enjoyed each hour of the dav with all the careless gayety of a butterfly in the sunshine, and with no more thought of the morrow than that frivolous insect. She was thinking something of all this, as she stood in front of the long glass in her boudoir, after her return from the opera, contemplating with a smile the reflection of her own lovely self, and her heart swelled with gratitude to the man who had surrounded her with such tender affection and lavished upon her all that heart of the most exact- ing woman could wish for. She removed the dia- monds from her neck, ears, and hair, and un- fastened one by one the jeweled ornaments which adorned the waist of her dress, singing in a low voice, as she did so, one of the airs of the opera she had just witnessed. “Marcelle!” Gomichbooksteo fl