Sealed Lips — page 157: what you’re looking at

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SEALED LIPS. | 149 to laugh) “you have Madame Sauval to assist you, and I have nobody.” “When do you leave, and where are you going” asked Godefroid, as if this idea was entirely unex- pected to him. “I am going to Algeria to cut wood, but I do not run any risk of losing money. My head and my arms are all that I put in this business. This time I shall succeed.” “Ah!” groaned Godefroid, as he passed his hand over his forehead, “Iam the one that obliges you to leave. To have this woman I sacrifice my only friend. What name do you give to what I am doing »” “Love,” said O’Farrell, slowly. | “And you, would you sacrifice me to gratify your love?” “No, with the help of God,” replied the young man. | These words, said in a low tone, framed the only reproach that Antoine Godefroid ever heard from his friend’s mouth. Only death, which is more power- ful that love even, could break this friendship. This short response penetrated to the very heart of the one who heard it. He arose and started to walk away, but he tottered, for he was far from having regained his health. As he leaned on the table for support his eyes met the smiling face of Patrice’s mother in its golden frame. He looked at it for some time without speaking. It was the picture of- Gomicboo KS (EO)