Sealed Lips — page 163: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

SEALED LIPS, 155 “When do you leave?” “This evening, by the Marseilles express. “And we by the Bordeaux express,” said she, in a low tone that he only could hear. “T wish you a happy voyage,” said Patrice. That evening, leaning on the window of the car which was flying over the plains of Villeneuve Saint Georges, the new colonist to Algeria watched the last rays of daylight fading away and a ribbon of white smoke curling among the tops of the green poplars on the other side of the Seine. “Perhaps that train isthe one that carries her away,” thought Patrice. Soon the trains moved away from each other just as the lives of these two beings were separated. Night enveloped the earth, and in the traveler’s heart the darkest of shadows seemed to obscure all hope.