Sealed Lips — page 76: what you’re looking at

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68 SHALED LIPS. “You are right; rest yourself,” said Antoine. “I will tell you all about it. I would like to be in your place and go to bed early.” One person that evening looked in vain for Patrice O’Farrell. She looked in the green room, also into the vast audience filled with human faces almost tothe roof. She looked for him among the crowd of ballet dancers, for Jenny’s mother had told her ali about Patrice’s high doings, and this story caused the young woman mueh surprise mixed with a strange sorrow. The Roumanian tried during the evening to ex- cite Godefroid’s indignation against his friend. “A fine beginning on his arrival,” said she. “You who talked as if he were a little saint.” “YT did not call him a great saint,” responded the composer, laughing. “When one is only twenty- eight years old and has just returned from Cam- bodia——” “And it is a crazy creature like this that you pre- sent to my daughter and to me! A beautiful ac- quaintance for two women in our position!” “Good gracious, madam, Iam not blaming you for being severe; but really, if you can only speak to angels furnished with wings—why, you must end your acquaintance with my future companion for hfe.” : “What!” exclaimed she, “are you going to live together ?” Godefroid, with that propensity for confidences GoOmichboo KS (E(@)