A Parisian Romance — page 97: what you’re looking at

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-—e 88 A PARISIAN ROMANCE, - ©You suspected me! me!” she said, with a mix- ture of grief and bitterness. “I heard your foot- steps; I saw you hurry away. And a vague un- easiness took possession of me. I determined to know the truth and I followed you. You suspected me!” She paused for a moment, and then, as if she had formed a sudden resolution, she continued vehe- mently: | “Ah! no! no! anything rather than that! Listen, Tam going to tell youall! But you will be angry with me afterward! You will be angry with me!” “ Mother !” “Tell me,” and her voice sank into tones of ago- nized entreaty, as she sought to read his face, “tell me that there is no sorrow in the world that you would not prefer to that of despising your mother.” “No,” he answered firmly, his eyes meeting hers, “there is none.” | She sighed deeply; then, as if fearful of her reso- lution giving way, she said, hurriedly: “Well, then, I will tell you all! Iwill tell you all, my poor children! For you also, my poor little girl,” turning to Marcelle, who,overwhelmed by an inexplicable fear of what was about to happen, had not risen from her kneeling posture beside the chair that Henri had vacated; “you also, my poor little girl, must know, and suffer.” “Mother darling!” murmured Marcelle. “Ah! my God!” moaned Madame. de Targy, GEomichbooks,. co