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Title: The Champdoce mystery
Year: 1913 (1910s)
Authors: Gaboriau, Émile, 1832-1873
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Publisher: New York, C. Scribner's sons
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ered to sacrifice one-third of his fortune for the honor of forming this connection, and would have given up the whole of it, could he but have seen a child in whose veins ran the united blood of Palouzet and the Champdoce seated upon his knee. A marriage of this kind would have given him a real position; for to have a Champdoce for a son-in-lawwould compel all scoffers to bridle their tongues. The day after he had received a favorable reply from the Duke, M. de Puymandour thought that itwas time to inform his daughter of his intentions. He never thought that she would make any opposition, and, of course, supposed that she would be as delighted as he was at the honor that awaited her. He was seated in a magnificently furnished room which he called his library when he arrived at this conclusion, and ringing the bell, ordered the servant to inquire of mademoiselles maid if her mistress could grant him an interview. He gave this curious message, which did not appear to surprise the servant
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HE CLASPED HIS HANDS CONVULSIVELY, AND THEX FELL HELPLESSLY BACKWARDS, STRIKING HIS HEAD AGAINST AN OAKEN SIDEBOARD THE HONOR OF THE NAME 99 in the least, with an air of the utmost importance. The communication between the father and daughter was always carried on upon this basis; and scoffers wickedly asserted that M. de Puymandour had modelled it upon a book of etiquette, for the guidanceof her household, written by a venerable archduchess. Shortly after the man had departed on his errand, a little tap came to the door. Come in, exclaimed M. de Puymandour. And Mademoiselle Marie ran in and gave her father a kiss upon each cheek. He frowned slightly, and extricated himself from her embrace. I thought it better to come to you, my dearfather, said she, than to give you the trouble of coming all the way to me. You always forget that there are certain forms and ceremonies necessary for a young lady of your position. Marie gave a little gentle smile, for she was no stranger to her fathers absurd

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