Sealed Lips — page 259: what you’re looking at

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SHALED LIFS., 251 was over, and they turned their steps toward the school. “Come,” said the young man, hurrying along the astonished priest. “To-day you have something else more difficult to do than to teach the catechism to children. You must decide the repose of the living and the dead, too, perhaps.” When they were seated alone in the modest little parlor Patrice said: “You know the only secret of my life. The first time we met here my lips, in spite of myself, told you. I was alone then in one of those frightful de- pressions when one would open his heart to a tree.” “Do you regret these confidences?” asked the priest, in a brave and soothing voice. “No, certainly not. If I have not spoken of it in our conversations it was because at. any price I _ wished to forget, and I believe that forgetfulness is bought by silence.” “The best remedies do not alwayscure. As to me, I never see you without thinking of your trouble, and often when far from you, I have prayed that it might become less heavy.” “Prayers, like remedies, are sometimes useless.” “Never !” exclaimed Pere Chrysostome, raising his beautiful face shining with faith. “But let us see—what has happened? I find you in low spirits. Now, then! What is it?” “Her husband is dead.” “« Ah!” said the priest, “he is dead! Since when?” Gomicbooks (E(@)