Sealed Lips — page 72: what you’re looking at

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64 SHALED LIFS. The composer arose, and taking off the velvet toque which covered the crown of his head, and pointing toward the picture, said: “Listen to menow. I swear by your mother’s picture that Jenny Sauval has never received but one kiss from me, the one that I gave her before three hundred persons the evening she sang so beautifully in my poor ‘Constantin’——” | Godefroid stopped, strangely troubled. Patrice attributed it to the artist’s pride, equally proud of his pupil and his work. He, too, to tell the truth, was strangely agitated by what he had just heard. “Do you believe me?” insisted the composer. “Certainly,” sighed the young man; “what a pity you did not say this sooner.” Godefroid looked at him surprised and a little suspiciously. “ Mon Dieu !” explained Patrice. “Do not imagine that Mademoiselle Sauval’s conduct interests me particularly. But I regret having outraged a woman whom you respect.” He regretted, above all things, the supper, but he kept this secret to himself, a thing that never hap- pened before; his adopted father did not know all that he was thinking of. “What in the devil did she ever goon the stage for?” growled he. “Tam the one that caused her to do it,” said Gode- froid, with a contrite look. “Ah, my friend, you cannot understand how I suffer, I who have de- Gomicbooks (E(@)