Sealed Lips — page 174: what you’re looking at

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166 SEALED LIPS. “Perhaps,” thought he, “the yoke with which she is burdened because I willed it sois none the less hard for her delicate shoulders to bear than the cords that cut into this poor creature’s flesh. Perhaps she sighs more ardently for liberty than this miserable slave!” Kach time that the African reached the end of a furrow and repassed before him, throwing a sor- rowful, half-famished glance at the bread, the young emigrant turned away his eyes, heart-sick with discouragement. As to the guide, one could easily see that in his eyes it was the most natural thing in the world. As soon as the horses had taken breath, finished their rations, and nearly emptied the shallow spring, Mohammed received orders to prepare for lis departure. Soon the riders were in their saddles, and when Patrice, after a short ride, was in the depths of the forest his thoughts became a little less bitter. He felt that he was nearing that great consoler that he had come so far to seek—work. He was at first deceived by the appearance of these trees, stunted, twisted, and knotty, scattered about like disordered troops and crowned with scanty dark foliage. Whata difference from Euro- pean trees and more yet with those giants on the borders of the Mi-Kong, under whose branches our cathedrals could hide their apses. In the midst of these Algerian thickets there was no freshness, no GOmicboo CS, (EC)