Sealed Lips — page 125: what you’re looking at

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SKALED LIPS. 117 spoken to any but the village people before. When I left the parlor I had promised all sorts of things, so it seemed tome. Be that as it may, I have kept all of my promises. I devoted myself to Jenny as I devoted myself to you.” “Yes,” said O’Farrell, “but this time your devo- tion will be recompensed.” “Alas! In order to do that she must love me! Love me!” repeated he as he stopped before the glass. “How can [ be foolish enough to have such an idea, 1, whose days are numbered? Say what you will with your gestures, my poor friend. I feel within myself an invisible wound from which drops slowly away that unknown thing called life. A wise man would say good-by to the world, the future, and renounce everything. Ido not want to die like this. I have tasted more or less of some of the joys of this life here below—work, the joy of being useful to others, the glory of fame. But I seem to forget it all, and if my hour should come now I should feel as if I had not lived.” He was so animated as he talked, his features so rejuvenated, that he was truly beautiful in his en- thusiasm, mixed with the energy of somber despair. O’Farrell could not help from exclaiming: “Ah! if she could see you like this! she could not help being touched.” “Pouched!” repeated Godefroid, with an ironical Jaugh. “Well, no matter. If I could only kneel at - her feet and tell her how I adore her, let my: heart Gomicbooks (C Q)