A Parisian Romance — page 98: what you’re looking at

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A PARISIAN ROMANCE. 89 clasping her hands and raising her eyes to heaven, “give me strength! Itisso hard to tell—so hard!” Henri put his arm about her. “Compose yourself, dear mother.” Gently she disengaged herself from his embrace, and with a strong and successful effort at control, she asked, abruptly: “Henri, do you remember Count de Fervieres?” “Count de Fervieres!” he repeated, in puzzled astonishment. “Yes.” “You remember the strong friendship, the friend- ship which dated from the time they were boys together, which existed between him and your father ?” “Yes, mother.” “Although they were very different in almost every respect, they were as fond of each other as if they had been brothers, and confided in each other without reserve. I think Monsieur de. Fer- vieres was the only person your father ever genu- inely cared for. He often aided with his advice and with his purse this friend, who was far from leading a life as regular as his own. Monsieur de Fervieres, among other follies, had a liaison with a woman moving in good society. I need not conceal her name; for the liaison was the secret of all Paris; her husband was ignorant of it.” “Madame d’ Ambleuse?” asked Henri. “What!” exclaimed Marcelle, in the utmost astop-. ishment. “Armande Chevrial’s mother?” CEORANIEOOOlKSA(EC) im