The American Marquis by Nick Carter — page 75: what you’re looking at

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THE AMERICAN MARQUIS. — Pi Clinton was radiant. He exclaimed: ‘Then I was your first and only love, Just as you were my first and only love?” | Involuntarily he winced as he spoke. The words *‘ only love” called up the passionate scene in the square chamber. 3 She did not notice his start. She did not answer him. She put her hands in his, and looked him py and lovingly in the eyes. | It was answer enough. ‘‘What a pretty picture!” It was Alphonse whospoke. He had just come ai «‘ By my word, marquis, if I were an artist I would make a picture like that, All the lovers would like it, and I, without liking it, should be famous.” at it. Clinton thought it was coarse, and frowned. ‘When she is my wife,” he thought, and stopped. . It was a poor jest; but it pleased Alphonse, and helaughed He did not allow himself to think of that yet; but what . he intended to think was, that when she was his wife the brother should be kept at a distance. At present, however, he must treat him well, if not cordially. The talk soon became general, and drifted to the de- lightful topic of Alphonse Gorinot and what he had been doin Delightful at least to Alphonse; and he talked in his light, careless way until he was tired—and they, too. ‘* How very warm,” he remarked, finally. go some show of interest, Clinton answered. 6é eg And felt in his pocket for his handkerchief. It was not there. He looked around. It was lying near Alphonse, who was fanning himself with his own. ; ir pa wiped the perspiration from his face, and looked ore Grace sympathized with him, and proposed returning to the house. They did so. When Clinton dressed for dinner he laid his handker- Gomicbooks (c(@