Sealed Lips — page 111: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

SEALED LIPS, 103 had put his foot into his Eden. He forgot the sick man who was watching with a sad and anxious look the hands on the enameled clock that moved so slowly. He took Jenny’s gloved hand, and kissed it softly, nor did she try to defend herself. She gazed steadily before her at her feet, and her pearly nostrils and rosy lips showed by their slight tremor that she had felt the kiss. Nobody came to trouble them, no human sound reached them. The exotic birds, screaming in their neighboring cages, added to the illusion of an unknown fairy country to which some spirit had suddenly transported them. Patrice, vanquished by this increasing rapture, forgot everything, all save respect, and dropped on his knees with clasped hands and moist eyes, in which adoration was shining. At this moment Jenny came to herself, and drawing her cloak over her shoulders, she quietly arose and said, in a weak voice, but so soft and caressing that a stranger ignorant of our language would have said it to have an entirely opposite meaning: “We must go now, it is late.” “Alas!” groaned O’Farrell, sighing as if he had awakened from a delicious dream. He still remained on his knee, following her with his eyes as she walked away, seeming to glide over the ground like a floating vision. When she reached the threshold of the greenhouse she turned about and said, with a brusque effort: Eomichbooks (E(@)