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My dear, as I read these last words, he seeht when the ca was accepted These words, in their hu quite different from the usual flowery rhetoric of lovers,

and a wave of feeling broke over me; it was the breath of happiness

The weather has been atrocious; i all sorts of suspicions Even ardless of rain, re

I have just seen him at the Opera, my dear; he is another man He

came to our box, introduced by the Sardinian a read in ood part, he

seemed aardly conscious of his limbs, and addressed the Marquise

d'Espard as "lare of the

chandeliers flashed from his eyes At last he went out with the air of

a ht do next

"The Baron de Macue, isn't it, for a fallen minister?" replied ard with curiosity

Mh they were

talking a foreign language and I wanted to knohat it was all about,