Sealed Lips — page 269: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

SEALED LIPS. 261 lessly in her chair, with her eyes vaguely fixed upon the table covered with its leaves of paper. She had taken a promenade in the oak walk that morning which had recalled many remembrances. All the time, during her solitary walk, she felt as if two specters were walking beside her, the living and the dead. Without being able to explain why, it was the dead that she thought of. She seemed to hear him speak in the tender fatherly tone that he had used during his last hours. This voice was so sweet and kind that Jenny’s heart, which had been hardened for some time by bitter thoughts, was suddenly softened. Poor Godefroid! How unhappy, distracted, and crazy with love and jealousy he was when he came out of those bushes armed like a thief to intercept the letter that told him of his fate. And he, the cruel, insensible Patrice, loved through all, even at this moment! Only once dur- ing their short meeting had they walked side by side in this garden. But then asad vision came between them and froze their lips, and their mel- ancholy promenade had no sweet thought attached to this spot that she would soon leave forever. To abandon Pomeyras would once have given her great sorrow, but now it was almost a relief. She was to write this name Godefroid once more, that she was to change forastrange name. She looked sorrowfully at the horizon and the moun- tains with their white tops, (EOAMNICEl NOON KS (E(@)