Sealed Lips — page 147: what you’re looking at

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

SEALED LIPS, 139 profession, marry your friend, or let Prince Kem- eneff carry me away with him; he offered to do so some time ago. You probably will judge me harshly, but of these three ways the first is the one that pleases me the least.” “Great Heaven! is it you who are talking in this way?” groaned Patrice. “At the very thought of putting on a costume, paint, and powder, and going before a crowd of people, to go over again for money the scenes that I have played au naturel with you alone to save my life, and with no warning—— Ah, no, never! Never again will they see Jenny Sauval pray and struggle, strike her breast and wring her hands for the amusement of others. I never had any liking for. the stage; to-day I detest it. There remains Godefroid or Kemeneff. More than one in my place would not hesitate.” “Stop,” exclaimed the exasperated young man; “now you are playing a miserable comedy !” “In another way. Repulsed in sentiment, I take refuge in reality. Kemeneff or Godefroid—I repeat it, there is no medium, for I am too religious to kiil myself and unfortunately not enough so to become anun. You, it is understood, of course, are for . Godefroid. But do you not believe that the prince loves me, too?” “Not enough to marry you.” “Not enough to have trouble with the Czar by marrying me, But if Godefroid was obliged to lose GEOmMmIicbooks (Cl Q)