Sealed Lips — page 112: what you’re looking at

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104 SEALED LIPS, “Come! let us go.” He rejoined her, and offered his arm. “Thanks,” said she. “My hands are cold; I will keep them in my muff.” y At that moment a wedding-party passed them. The red-faced and slightly gray-haired husband was gazing with his big round eyes at his bride, who was dressed in bridal costume, and carried orange blossoms, disdaining to appear modest, and joking and laughing like a crazy creature. Patrice and his companion turned their heads and walked away without speaking, secretly indignant against this vulgar tenderness which disturbed their poetic dreams and was also called love, miserable profa- nation! Ina few seconds they reached Jenny’s carriage. | “Rue de Vienne,” said she to the coachman, while O’Farrell stood hat in hand before the opened door. The sweet smile of a happy woman was the only “good-by” that she vouchsafed him.