Sealed Lips — page 208: what you’re looking at

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200 SHALED LIPS. the operation with the same frightened look that he would have followed the audacious feats of a tamer, in acage of wild beasts. They had not finished their task before Godefroid and his party had left the table and gone into the garden. Kemeneff would not have exerted himself more if he had been promenading in the gardens of Tsarskoe- Selo in company with an archduchess instead of in Pomeyras’ narrow walks with Madame Godefroid. The master of the house watched his wife, not with jealous suspicion, he had not yet reached that degree of misery, but because he was incapable, when she was near, of turning his eyes in any other direction. He was delightfully surprised to see her as simple and unembarrassed as if she had been accustomed from her infancy to do nothing but receive the Czar’s chamberlains. She was uneasy and almost impatient, turning her head toward the oak walk with as much anxiety as a scholar watches a clock when waiting for recess. Suddenly the postman’s blue blouse and leather cap appeared. Adieu to the prince and his charming conversation. His beautiful companion flew away like a bird, and returned to her husband carrying a letter post- marked Algeria. It was the day for the foreign mail. “If your excellency will permit us?” said she, smiling. “It isaletter from one of our friends, who lives alone across the sea. You know Patrice O’Farrell, I think >?” GOmMmiGdOoks (€()