The Idol of Paris by Sarah Bernhardt
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efforts to follow the Darbois.
Esperance opened her eyes and seeing beside her only her father and mother, those two beings whom she loved so deeply, so tenderly, she reached out her arms and drew close to her their beloved heads. Maurice had slipped out very quietly. "Papa dearie, Mama beloved, forgive me, it is not my fault," she sobbed. "Don't cry, my child, now, not a tear," cried Darbois, bending over his little girl. "It is settled, you shall be...." and the word was lost in her little ear. She went suddenly pink, and raising herself towards him, whispered her reply, "Oh! I thank you! How I love you both! Thank you! Thank you!" CHAPTER II Esperance, left alone with her mother, drank the tea this tender parent brought to her, and the look of health began to come back to her face. "Then to-morrow, mother dearest, we must go and be registered for the examinations that are soon to be held at the Conservatoire." "You want to go to-morrow?" |
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