Sealed Lips — page 288: what you’re looking at

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280 SEALED LIPS. crime. Do not let her cross my path again, that my expiation may be as complete as possible. But, oh, holy Father, may she be happy in this world, this poor child, who has not sinned |” The next day Madame Sauval was just finishing her toilet when a servant announced that a priest wished to speak with her. “What does he want?” asked the Roumanian. “Did he give his name? Is he in this parish?” “No, madam,” replied the domestic. “He is a missionary with a long beard.” “The same one my daughter saw on Monday?” “Yes, madam, the same.” “These begging priests are a nuisance. Send him away.” “But, madam, he is in the parlor.” “Why did you let him in?” “Upon my honor, madam, he walked in of him- self, saying that he wished to see Madame Sauval.” Exasperated at his audacity, she joined her caller with a frowning countenance, and showing that she had no intention of seating herself: “My daughter has given you something already. Why do you come again, Monsieur l’Abbe>” A commanding glance that was not new to her, prevented her from continuing her role of offended queen any longer. At this time she had no wish to mock at this shy priest, nor to complain that she had not seen the color of his eyes. Once she had been fascinated by these dark eyes that were now GEOmichboo <S,(E(0)