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278 SHALED LIPS. patch. Now there was no more doubt; her mother had lied. Godefroid, before he died, had written to release Patrice from his promise. What could he have written if not that “to assure the happiness of those that he loved?” Jenny, trembling with hope, did not hesitate any longer. “Pere Chrysostome alone can advise me.” It took her the whole morning to find the priest. After going from convent to church, Madame Gode- froid found him at last, prostrate before the altar of a poor little church in the suburbs. He recognized her immediately, and once more his face became as confused as if at the approach of some terrible temptation. “You!” stammered he, as he arose. “Mon Diew! What is the matter?” “T beg of you to come to my aid, I need your ad- vice, mon pere.” _As he heard this word that had been often given him since he said adieu to the world, the missionary closed his eyes, and seemed strangely affected. “Come,” said he, sighing deeply. He bowed reverently before the altar, so low that his forehead nearly touched the floor, then pre- ceded the young woman into the small parlor with its glass door, through which one could see its smallest recesses. He seated himself there leaning upon the pine table and covering his face with the large flowing sleeves of his robe. GOmichboo KS Geom