Sealed Lips — page 247: what you’re looking at

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SHALED LIPS. 239 have spent avery bad nightin his tomb. J enny. seemed to have lost all will and all interest in life whatsoever, and allowed herself to be taken to Paris without the slightest resistance. Once installed in her apartments, separated by two hundred leagues from her gon-in-law’s remains, the Roumanian recovered her superb calmness, and seemed relieved of some nightmare. She was not wanting in amusements. She had taken in hand the administration of her daughter’s fortune. It was a medley, composed of documents printed in all colors and written in every tongue. Martscha was only to be seen before the bank windows and other large companies, for she acted as collecting clerk herself, and she said that nobody should stick © a nose in Jenny’s business. There was no music, according to her ideas, to compare with the clink of the gold upon the marble of the cashier’s desk. The silky rustle of the bank- notes counted one by one by the clerks magnetized her, and no voluptuous love tremor had ever been to her like this delicious thrill that she experienced as she held her hand tightly grasped around her pockets to defend herself against pickpockets. Sometimes, it is true, the thought of the “rela- tives” poisoned her enjoyment. The detestable creatures! One day their avaricious hands would detach these coupons and handle these dividends. But then Jenny would be a princess. “Princess!” repeated Martscha, closing her eyes, Eomicbooks:co