A Parisian Romance — page 95: what you’re looking at

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86 | A PARISIAN ROMANCE. A little startled, she raised her eyes, and as she caught sight in the mirror of her husband’s face, she uttered a cry of alarm, it was so white and worn, | “Great Heaven! Henri!” she exclaimed. “What has happened? How pale you are!” He came close to her side, and then said, in a very low voice: “Marcelle, Iam afraid.” “Afraid!” she echoed, in amazement. “What do you mean? What has occurred?” He threw himself down in a chair near the bureau, and Marcelle, half curious, half fearful, waited for him to speak. “T scarcely know how to tell you,” he said. “After leaving you, I went up, as you know, to my mother’s room to bid her good-night. Her door was half open, but the portiere was drawn. I. heard her walking about and talking to herself, as she often does; a few words reached my ear, ‘What remorse!’ she said. ‘My God! what remorse! I cannot bear it! I cannot bear it! My burden is too heavy forme!’ That is what I heard, and then what the doctor said to me once that there must be some secret weighing upon her mind, returned to me. And—and—TI cannot tell you, 1 dare not tell -you the horrible thought that rose up before me.” Marcelle knelt down beside his chair, and took his hand in hers. } “Henri!” she said, soothingly. “If you are in Eomichbooks. co