Sealed Lips — page 146: what you’re looking at

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138 SHALED LIPS, her age—had assumed that oppressed immobility that a secret and hopeless trouble gives one. Patrice ~ seeing that she wished to speak first, remained silent. After a moment’s silence she commenced: “You surprised me so much yesterday that I lost all control of myself. I said certain things that I regret and that you must forget. Or rather—what is the use in not being frank?—I wish that it was possible for you to remember all your life what you know now, but to forget what you learned from my lips. This being granted, let us, as my mother would say, talk practically. Your constancy as regards myself has produced a result which sur- passes, I am sure, anything that you could have expected. The shock has transformed me; I have reflected during the night; cunning motherly argu- ments have done the rest this morning. Truly, you might as well not have troubled yourself.” There was so much bitterness shown in this iron- ical speech that Patrice O’Farrell clenched his fists and uttered a low imprecation. With a covert glance Jenny watched him, for she had an end in view; she wished to clear up a re- maining doubt in her mind. Since the night before she had thought: “He pretends to have had only a moment of en- thusiasm. I cannot believe it, he must be lying. But if he loves me he will betray himself.” Seeing that the sphinx kept silent she continued: “Three ways are open before me—to follow my GOmichboo KS (€(0)