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154 SEALED LIPS. Patrice turned his eyes away, and all was ended. The “yes” was spoken, and then a formula, cold as a sentence was read, which sealed the fate of three people. The sigh that escaped O’Farrell’s lips was almost one of relief. They went at once tothe church, where he felt less unhappy, as is usually the case with a religious person. At first he gave himself up to the power- ful impression of calmness that seemed to come from the vaulted room with its soft light through its stained glass windows, and burying his face in his hands he tried to pray. This desire was the only thing of which his troubled heart was capable of. Then with that desire that is in all of us to flee from suffering he tried te forget the place where he was, and tothink of his home in Africa, toward which that night’s train would carry him. Suddenly the organ pealed forth—a delicate hom- age rendered the composer—one of the sweetest love melodies in “Constantin.” Patrice was unable to struggle against his thoughts any longer. He gave it up, and drank the poison of the tender har- mony, remembering the first evening when he lis- tened to this woman who had captured his heart and soul forever. At last the ceremony was ended, and as he touched Jenny’s hand, her cheeks became redder and redder, until they looked as if she had a fever. Without replying to the laborious congratulations expressed by Patrice, she asked: Gomichbooksrcom