Sealed Lips — page 103: what you’re looking at

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SEALED LIPS, ; 95 CHAPTER XI. A HAPPY MEETING. A quarter of an hour later Patrice left the Porte- Maillot station, hurrying along the avenue, which was hardened by the cold, and cracked with every step that he took. He was almost entirely alone. At this early hour there were a few carriages filled with nurses and children to be seen. The place and the air that he came to seek were before him. He walked rapidly, turning occasionally toward a group of youngsters, spinning their tops while the coachman, superb in his furs, was chatting witha nurse shivering under her waterproof. Astonished at first, then charmed by this soli- tude, O’Farrell commenced to reflect, and at once asked himself where and when he had been able to think the last time. | It was upon the bridge of a steamboat, some three months before, where he took his accustomed walk. How tranquil in his mind he was then! At Cam- bodia he pined for nothing. The thought of return- ing to France gave him quiet joy, rather than feverish expectancy. He left poor and returned poor, but not discouraged. With the exception of a friend for whom he had a more than ordinary affection, not one being in all Paris would notice his return. (E(@)