The American Marquis by Nick Carter — page 108: what you’re looking at

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: 104 THE AMERICAN MARQUIS. “Tm stad of that; for, you know, I oouil not itis you | anything now.” | j ‘Don’t speak of such a thing. You may be sure I'll © never think of borrowing from you any more.’ Of course Alphonse was happy. | Yes, they were all happy. Even though Honore had business which took him away — from his wife four or five hours each day. : He was arranging to sell some useless property, he said, so that he could purchase a home in New York. | It was not his intention to exile his wife from her native | land. She should have a home in each country, and when © _ she was tired of one place she could go to the other. Grace smiled sweetly, and said he was her country, and that where he was she should always be happy. | ‘Ah, my darling, I am not so sure of that.” bg Oh, Honore, you surely cannot doubt me now!” “No, my angel, I do not doubt you, but I fear.” ‘Fear what?” ‘“Why, Grace, I can’t bear to have a man look at you even; and if I consulted only my own wish, I would take you to Chateau d’Iberri, and stay there forever away from the world.” ‘<1 would be glad to go, Honore.” He shook his head. ‘You think so now. But it is lonely there, and you are used to society.” There was an uneasy, troubled look in his eyes that re- called to Grace what he had once before said about his jealousy. ‘‘ Honore, darling!” No one could have heard her tender voice, or looked into her sincere blue eyes, melting with love, without believing and adoring. Her husband shuddered md looked away, as she con- — tinued: “| care only for you. I shall be happiest when I am where you only can claim my attention, where upon you only can my eyes fall, where to you only can I speak. My heart is so full of love, Honore, that every day my lips could — say new things, and my ears never tire of hearing you tell me of your love. «Indeed, darling, I wish you would try me. Come, let — Eomicbooks.com —