Sealed Lips — page 168: what you’re looking at

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160 | SEALED LIPS. with me, a malicious laugh, but so good. The others, so straight and delicate, shining in their bark-like, well-brushed coats, inspired me with less confidence ‘than the others. I never stopped near them toread or to play; Iwas always alone, for my mother was constantly seated at her table, busy with her letters or accounts. As to my father, I remember him as being good, but quiet, and always sad. Oh, how I have missed him all my life!” Godefroid drank down eagerly these words, al- though they were not what a husband burning with love and on his wedding-day might prefer to hear. But what happiness it was to be alone with this woman, now his own, to have her on his arm, to hear her voice, to witness her happiness, and to say to her, “Iam the one who has given this all to vou.” He dared not speak. What he wished to say, what he felt, resembled so little this pure dream of ten- der youth, which unbosomed itself in his presence, as if he was only one more tree, added to those of whom his wife was speakng. Ever since they had left Paris, ever since the silence of the country had surrounded them, he had felt his love grow more timid and younger. If he had loved when he was twenty years old, it would have been like this mo- ment when the slightest rustle of her dress moved him like an exquisite melody. When they reached the last arch of the trees it was nearly sunset, and the daylight was fading away. A silvery vapor spread over the haziness of GEOmichboo KS (E(@)