Sealed Lips — page 141: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

SEALED LIPS. 133 passed bridges, carriages grazed him, men with heavy bundles let fly imprecations at this fanatic who jostled against them. Pretty women, walking out wrapped up in their furs, sought in vain fora look from this young man with such a strange ex- pression. But he seemed unable to see and hear anything. The sole being who could arouse him from his sorrowful thoughts was a poor lost dog, who was dying of hunger, cold, and fatigue. In the angle of a wall, where the cold wind blew clouds ot dust, the little creature was shivering curled up in a heap, upon some pieces of paper tossed there by the wind, the only bed that he could find as he wandered in his agony, not having strength to search for his master, unconscious even of the passers by, he laid there waiting his last gasp. Patrice was affected by this extreme suffer- ing. He stooped down and took the dog up, intend- ing to carry him away with him to make a com- panion of him, and one from which no love or duty could separate him. But he was too late. A grate- - ful look from two kind, faithful eyes, an attempt at «a caress from the already paralyzed little tongue, and that wasall. One being less to suffer here below. Then the one who suffered yet walked away, thinking of the words that he had heard a weeping woman say: “T am nothing to you, not as much as a dog that one caresses before giving away,”