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SHALED LIPS, 279 “T will listen to you,” said he. Then Jenny told him the story of the ink-stain, of her husband’s last words and the thoughts which had troubled her for three days. Pere Chrysostome did not make the slightest movement. The exclam- ations that escaped his lips resembled groans, and showed that he did not lose one word of the story. When the young woman ceased speaking, he said to himself: “Her mother has given her her unconquerable will, but she has given her only that. Oh, my God! I see it, and thank you for it. Whataheart! What fidelity! What nobleness of character !” Jenny asked him, impatiently: “ And now what would you advise me to do?” “Do nothing,” said the priest, rising, for Just then a clock struck in the hall. “Iam the onetoact. I will see your mother to-morrow; I must see her alone. Ihave some things to say to her that no- body must hear. Adieu, madam; the poor mission- ary blesses you.” “We shall meet again,” said Jenny, bowing. “« Adieu,” said the old man. The closing door separated them. The priest lis- tened with glistening eye and quickened breath to her light steps as they died away on the flagging. Before going to the refectory he entered the chapel again. “My God!” prayed he, “I did not do this on pur- pose. I did not seek this happiness born of my EGomichbooks (E(@)