Sealed Lips — page 177: what you’re looking at

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SHALED LIFS. 169 shiver run over the long body of the officer himself. Then, smoothing down her voice and her face, she invited Patrice to take possession of his rooms. They were in a separate building in the rear of the court upon which were these words, “ Officers’ Pavilion.” The new-comer forthwith selected the best room on the first floor, but empty as a convent parlor, and scrupulously clean. The windows looked out over the walls upon the woods. Patrice’s baggage, which had arrived the night before, was soon placed temporarily in his room. But he was a true horseman, and only took time to remove his boots and refresh himself with a cold water bath - before he went to the stables to look after the vali- ant beast who had carried him almost fifteen leagues without stopping. He dined alone, as often would happen to him in the future. Djemoul waited upon the table under) the direction of Madame Lafon, who, between each dish, made her appearance to inquire as to the suc- cess of the cooking. At dessert she did not leave again, seeing by Patrice’s smile that her ado amused him. At this moment the poor fellow would have given a great deal to be left to himself. Happy to have such a listener, the good woman gave hima sketch of her life. She told him of her youthful days in Marseilles, where she remembered with pride that she had been one of the best dress- makers and not one of the least courted, Perhaps, GOomMmicbooks (E(@)