Sealed Lips — page 117: what you’re looking at

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SEALED LIPS. 109 of their patients, thinking only of getting them off from their hands by sending them away. “As for myself,” concluded she, “if I were in our dear convalescent’s place, I should defy the whole faculty of France to make, me even cross the Seine.” There was no longer any talk of leaving, and from day today the Roumanian assumed a most manifest empire over Godefroid. They had secret talks, from which it was not necessary to send Patrice away by a subterfuge, for he saw plainly that he was not wanted, and would take of his own free will his hat, and leave the field clear for them. One symptom struck him. Cassandra and her doleful manifestations had disappeared, and made place for a sweet, consoling friend, with a fund of good humor, always ready to look on the bright side of life. Added to that she was more devoted to Godefroid than ever. One would have thought her a sister of Saint Vincent de Paul without her cap, and humming, “ We have only one life to live,” from one end of the day to another. What com- pleted Godefroid’s subjugation was that, thanks to his nurse, he was making great progress toward health. “He is better,” declared the doctor, “and better than allIthink his disease is really better. The pulse is agitated, but then he has a pulse. This man hangs to life. As for us, nothing is more dif- ficult than to keep a man from dying who laughs at a cemetery as he would a pill.” (e(@)