Sealed Lips — page 47: what you’re looking at

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SHALED LIPS, 39 CHAPTER V. PATRICE RECEIVES A SHOCK. Jenny Sauval’s parlor, or rather her mother’s, for the Roumanian had kept the general management of their household, resembled less that of an artist’s than a bourgeois of medium grandeur. When Patrice and his friend made their first entrance the flowers about the room, in their showy baskets, re- called the night before. The furniture was neither luxurious nor in the most perfect taste, but it gave the room a respectable, almost severe, appearance. The costumes of the two ladies were in direct con- trast to each other, and would bewilder the most subtle eye. Mademoiselle Sauval wore one of those cloth dresses, closely fitted to the figure like a rid- ing-habit, a fashion introduced among us by the English. Her shoes had thick soles, but in which her pretty feet lost none of their beauty, showing that she was going for a walk, doubtless to preserve health. Madame Sauval, on the contrary, had an exhausted look and languishing pose; she displayed loose draperies, carelessly attached, and wore Turk- ish slippers. One would never have imagined, to have seen them, that she was not the one who sang the night before five acts of an opera, Cc Q)