Sealed Lips — page 92: what you’re looking at

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84 SEALED LIPS, “Come to bed,” repeated the young man, putting his hand on his shoulder. “Do not stay——” Suddenly Godefroid turned around, and seizing Patrice by his wrists with unexpected strength, darting flashing glances from his haggard eyes, he screamed, almost making the room echo with bis voice: “You know !—that I love her—and I loved her before you ever saw her!” Patrice closed his eyesto keep from recoiling, and to remain master of himself before this insane man. For afew seconds he asked himself what was going to happen. Was this furious creature who was crushing his wrists going to be the prey of an attack of acute delirium? Should he use force to control him or should he attempt to calm him? Godefroid repeated, exasperated by his silence: ‘Do you hear me? answer me. I tell you that I love her!” There was such violent grief under this wild out- burst and this reiterated exclamation that Patrice, moved with pity, responded: “Poor friend! I can see that you do.” These words, said in that quiet tone that strong beings have at command in these extreme cases, seemed to have an influence on Godefroid’s nerves, His clutched fingers relaxed, he became as docile as a child, and allowed him to lead him toward the fire. There, without seeming to realize where he GOomichboo ‘S.coO