Sealed Lips — page 56: what you’re looking at

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48 SEALED LIPS. “They tell me that you are ill,” wrote this young woman. “Oh, that I might go and take care of you. I hope that your indisposition is not serious. Send me word quickly, for I am waiting at your door in my carriage.” He jumped up with a bound. “T will go myself,” said he. But he stopped short, glancing at his morning costume. “A trifle negligee to appear before the eves of so beautiful a lady,” said Patrice, laughing. “Also, it is too cold for you to go out. I forbid it. I will go in your place; my duties as secretary include this office.” Godefroid commenced to make some objections, but his friend was already half way down the stairs, bareheaded, like a pupil who is ordered to the office. Before the door was standing one of those coupes, with a plain exterior, and drawn by indefatigable horses, that certain livery stable keepers rent to people who wish to go fast and do not care to pay for silver-plated harnesses or top- boots for the coachman. The window was lowered, and in its small frame an adorable picture was seen, sober, like the work of some great artist, but finished and strikingly like her. For the first time O’Farrell could examine close by and at leisure the singer’s beauty. She had asmall head, perfect ears, and a very low forehead, which may have been shortened a - GoOmichboo aS (E(@)