Sealed Lips — page 297: what you’re looking at

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SEALED LIPS, 289 CHAPTER XXXI. “Tl HAVE SOUGHT FOR IT sO LONG.” At the end of fifteen days, in spite of her hope in the future and her blind hope in Pere Chrysostome, whom she considered almost superhuman, Jenny was about at the end of her patience. Dark thoughts and fears of disasters troubled her mind. Had the priest fallen ill on the road? she knew that he had left. Was he dead? Was there some other obstacle that deterred Patrice? Why did he not write? : One morning she had about made up her mind to write herself when the postman brought her one single line that she received before she was up: “To-day, at two o’clock, in the greenhouse.” “ At last!” sighed she. Her head fell back on the pillows; her eyes closed that she might better see a loved face, her hands sought among the cool lace the place where her heart was beating, and to press against it the mes- sage so long watched for. Two tears trickled down her soft, rosy cheeks, divinely tinted with the light of happiness. She spent the moments of waiting as if in a dream. She felt a delicious languor, and believed that she was calmer than ever in her life before; GOmicbdoo KS (Ee)