Sealed Lips — page 167: what you’re looking at

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SEALED LIPS. 159 Pierre, who awaited his turn as a perfectly natural thing. What embarrassed this good man was to have forgotten French that he had formerly learned in more than twenty different garrisons. The creetings ended, before she entered the house she took her husband’s arm, he, too, being moved at — the sight of such joy. “Come and see,” said she, “what I love the best at Pomeyras, next to these good people, of course.” Almost running—everything reminded her so much of her youth—she led him to her dear oak wall under which the shades were gathering al- ready, although the tardy buds had not yet opened. “Oh, my beloved old trees!” said she, sending them kisses with her hand, “there you are. 1 have found you again. Did you expect me? How happy I am to see you once more!” “And I,” said Godefroid, very low, “how happy I am to see you happy.” “Oh, yes, very happy,” said she. “Why do cer- tain places seem made for happiness, as a church for prayer? Here I always seem to be protected against sorrow. When, as a child, I was punished for some naughty action I always came here to tell my troubles to these trees and to complain of too ereat severity. I know them all, not by name, but by their looks. There are some of them so placidly good-natured, always disposed to give me advice. Others deformed in their obesity, stunted, and dis- figured by knots, seemed always ready to laugh GEomicbooks-Gco