Sealed Lips — page 113: what you’re looking at

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SEALED LIPS, 105 CHAPTER XII. STARTLING APPRAISEMENTS. O’Farrell left the woods, as he had entered them an hour before, on foot. In passing the station he was so absorbed in thought that he forgot to enter to take the train, so that his legs took him to Gode- froid’s the same as a well-trained horse takes a sleeping coachman home safely. He paid so little attention to his walk and the in- cidents on the way that when he opened the in- valid’s door it seemed to him that he had but just closed the greenhouse gate. The contrast was great. He left verdure, flowers, light and moist air rendered healthy by the exhalations of the plants. He found himself suddenly in the close atmosphere of heavy draperies, in the dim light of lowered cur- tains, and the nauseating odors of medicine. Above all, he had left Jenny for Godefroid, pleasure for duty, the fantastic for the real. “What!” exclaimed Madame Sauval. “Home already ?” “Hum!” thought the young man; “it seems that I have not given you time to say your beads. How do you feel?” added he, aloud, as he took his friend’s hand. (€(0)