Sealed Lips — page 106: what you’re looking at

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98 SEALED LIPS. this beautiful winter sun makes me gay. Seriously, how do youdo? Not very well, I can see by your face. Certainly you must be tired at the very least. I know what a devoted friend you are, Monsieur O'Farrell, and I congratulate myself. You prom- ised to be mine also.” By this time Patrice had gained possession of himself. He looked at Jenny, sparkling with fresh- ness and beauty, and happily surprised at their meeting. Around them there was nothing but joy, life, and promise. The sun was shining with that brilliancy and cold glitter, like new gold, that the winter, hardly yet finished, had left for a few days yet. Some of the trees were already green like young fashionables in advance of the season. In the places protected from the north wind, the ground exhaled that subtle odor which is not a per- fume, but an emanation of itself, exquisite and de- licious, particularly to those young creatures heboe bling over with life. Any man, no matter how hardened, could not remain impassible before this reunion of all the principal attractions in life. As to the enthusiastic O’Farrell, who for the first time in weeks had left the dark room and morose society of an invalid, he felt as if under the influence of a pleasant intoxica- tion, ready to forget all disagreeable things pro- vided that one aided him a little. In certain meetings, under the influence of cer- tain emotions for a long time suppressed, it becomes Comicvooks;com