Odette's Marriage: A Novel, from the French of Albert Delpit, Translated from the "Revue des Deux Mondes," by Emily PrescottDelpit, Albert
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Odette's Marriage: A Novel, from the French of Albert Delpit, Translated from the "Revue des Deux Mondes," by Emily Prescott
Delpit, Albert
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ODETTE'S MARRIAGE;
A Novel,
FROM THE
FRENCH OF ALBERT DELPIT.
TRANSLATED FROM THE "RÉVUE DES DEUX MONDES,"
BY EMILY PRESCOTT.
FIFTH EDITION.
CHICAGO:
HENRY A. SUMNER AND COMPANY.
1882
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COPYRIGHT,
HENRY A. SUMNER AND COMPANY,
1880.
DONNELLEY, GASSETTE & LOYD, PRINTERS.
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CONTENTS.
CHAPTER I. ODETTE, 9
CHAPTER II. M. LAVIGUERIE, 20
CHAPTER III. PAUL FRAGER, 32
CHAPTER IV. COMPLICATIONS, 46
CHAPTER V. "MY ADMIRABLE SON," 63
CHAPTER VI. GERMAINE, 82
CHAPTER VII. ODETTE'S MARRIAGE, 92
CHAPTER VIII. THE WEDDING JOURNEY, 108
CHAPTER IX. CLAUDE'S PASSION, 122
CHAPTER X. SCANDAL, 143
CHAPTER XI. THE DISCOVERY, 166
CHAPTER XII. A MOTHER'S TEARS, 177
CHAPTER XIII. THE HOME SECRET, 191
CHAPTER XIV. THE LETTER, 208
CHAPTER XV. EXPOSURE, 235
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ODETTE'S MARRIAGE.
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_Odette's Marriage._
CHAPTER I.
She rode slowly up the sandy avenue of the country house, and drew rein
before the broad steps.
"Good morning, Odette!" Mme. Descoutures called to her, leaning over
the balustrade. "Come up here before you go into the house. I wish to
have a little talk with you."
"Is my father at home?"
"No; he has gone out for a walk, with my husband."
Odette called her groom and dismounted. Gathering the long black train
of her riding habit in her hand, she quietly ascended the steps leading
to the terrace facing the sea. Mme. Descoutures met her with an embrace
and the exclamation:
"Heavens! how lovely you are!"
Odette was wonderfully beautiful this morning. Her habit showed her
exquisite form to the best advantage, graceful and flexible as a young
willow tree. The transparent complexion was slightly flushed from her
ride; the forehead, crossed by a delicate line between the eye-brows,
was gilded by the warm reflection from her glorious golden hair.
A strange contrast--her eyes were dark. Large, black eyes, beaming
with intelligence and cultivation, but shadowed by an expression of
pride and sadness. She stood before her friend, straight and slender;
her lips parted in a slight smile, and the rich splendor of her hair
shining in the sunbeams. Mme. Descoutures continued:
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