Sealed Lips — page 139: what you’re looking at

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SEALED LIPS. 131 “Yes,” said she, shaking her head sadly, “until the day when another more happy——” Patrice interrupted her, and extended his hand toward her with a look that he sometimes had and which it was impossible not to believe. In asweet, soft voice like a last adieu, he said: “Rest tranquilly. That day will never come. I shall live and die alone. The hours that have just passed mark too much in my life for me to be able to forget the hard lesson. Curses on love, the ruin and evil that it causes!” She fell into a chair, and buried her face in her hands. By the movements that she made Patrice saw that she was sobbing, and with a suppressed exclamation he darted forward; buta last glimmer of reason restrained him. Half crazy he reached the door. Jenny, terrified at the sound of his re- treating footsteps, cried out: “Patrice!” He turned around, showing an agitated coun- tenance. “Oh, Heaven!” exclaimed she, in the midst of her tears, “I am nothing to you then, nothing, not even the dog that one caresses for the last time before giving him to another. You leave without saying one kind word to me, without think- ing that there are women who kill themselves, Are you going? Shall I never see you again?” “Upon my honor, you shall see me to-morrow,” said Patrice. Eomicbooks (E(0)