A Chair on the Boulevard by Leonard Merrick
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cravat straight? It astonishes me to hear that love can drive a man to
such despair. I, too, have loved, but never to the length of the rope. There are plenty of women in Paris--if one has no heart, there is always another. I am far from proposing to frustrate your project, holding as I do that a man's suicide is an intimate matter in which 'rescue' is a name given by busybodies to a gross impertinence; but as you have not begun the job, I will confess that I think you are being rash." "I have considered," replied Tournicquot, "I have considered attentively. There is no alternative, I assure you." "I would make another attempt to persuade the lady--I swear I would make another attempt! You are not a bad-looking fellow. What is her objection to you?" "It is not that she objects to me--on the contrary. But she is a woman of high principle, and she has a husband who is devoted to her--she will not break his heart. It is like that." "Young?" "No more than thirty." "And beautiful?" "With a beauty like an angel's! She has a dimple in her right cheek when she smiles that drives one to distraction." "Myself, I have no weakness for dimples; but every man to his taste-- |
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