Sealed Lips — page 144: what you’re looking at

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136 SEALED LIPS. should write again. This period of rest would be passed at some distance from Paris on an estate that Madame Sauval and her daughter owned in Bearn. “An estate!” interrupted O’Farrell. “I supposed that they had no fortune.” “Oh! as tothat I imagine that this estate costs more than it brings, and that it has fewer crops than mortgages. But we will attend to that. We will live there like happy country people, looking after our fields and vines, contented with our own society. It scems, however, that it is a very pleas- ant neighborhood.” “Then it is finita la musica ?” “Music!” interrupted Godefroid, with the look of passionate inspiration that he formerly had, but with a more terrestrial light now. “Music! Now I shall begin to write the true and only music of my life. Would you like to know what I think? I wish I had your belief that I could thank God for the happiness that has come to me. I feel over- whelmed with gratitude and without knowing who to thank forit. How good God is, if He exists!” When O’Farrell returned to his room, and thought over his own affairs, he felt gratified that fatigue of body and mind was benumbing him. This double and distinct exhaustion gave him the impression that he was two distinct beings. One, Godefroid’s and Jenny Sauval’s Patrice, was doomed to sacrifices and great unhappiness and Gomich 0)0)| <Sp(E)