Sealed Lips — page 233: what you’re looking at

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SHALED LIPS. 225 After asking the traveler afew questions as to his journey, and of his life and work in Algeria, Godefroid said he was tired, and wished to be left alone. “Go and look at our garden,” said he to Patrice. “Do the honors, my dear, and above all show him our Pyrenees. Can one see them plainly to-day?” O’Farrell listened to these words with such evi- dent stupefaction that the sick man smiled. For the first time since his arrival at Pomeyras he real- ized how far death had advanced in its work. Godefroid freed from that jealousy, that was once stronger than friendship or confidence! Godefroid arranging a tete-a-tete between him and Jenny! “Alas!” thought he. “What more certain sign that death was near!” One could tell by seeing these two promenade in the garden with lowered heads and hardly speak- ing, that they had little heart for the walk. After a long silence the young woman spoke, and her words showed what filled her thoughts: “Tf you could know how I have watched over him and cared for him, how good and devoted I have tried to be, from the first day, even the first minute! Why were you not here? You would have seen. that I did my very best to keep my promise to you. And after all that to be where we are now so soon.” Patrice trembled, thinking that the torture of “being here” would have been more than he could | have endured. Sooner, a thousand times sooner his EGoOmicboo KS (E(0) iL