Sealed Lips — page 130: what you’re looking at

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122 SEALED LIPS, CHAPTER XIV. A NOBLE SACRIFICE. Always accustomed to submit to her mother’s ron will, Jenny had early assumed the habit of resignation, recompensing herself in her secret soul by an invisible but proud revolt against persons and events. This melancholy which her counte- nance so often expressed, and which was mistaken by people for proud disdain, came from this cause, as well-as her half smile, which seemed but an at- tempt. How could she smile? Her youth had given her none of those joys that she bad hoped for as due in her life. In her artistic career, embraced from necessity, not taste, Mademoiselle Sauval had found numberless trials to her delicate nature. All the attractive side of theater life that she had heard so much about were without savor for her, the same as an imprisoned bird, to whom the choicest grain cannot replace the fresh, free air. To really understand the state of her mind, one single word suffices—she waited. For the young, still ignorant of the long trials of life, resignation is only a kind of waiting. But from the date that Patrice O’Farrell first appeared before her eyes, waiting took a form, a name, and very soon a voice for her. At last those words that she had dreamed GOmichboo KS (E(0)