Sealed Lips — page 166: what you’re looking at

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158 SEALED LIPS. from cars which are hurrying along toward Bay- onne or Pau, which are equally distant, and will ) deposit the traveler at the foot of the Chateau Henry IV., or upon the wharf of the Adour, dotted with vessels. ‘To reach Paris, one must admit, is a long journey, but the new-comers to Pomeyras do not intend to take this trip often enough to tire themselves. The day that Godefroid left for this oasis of sim- plicity and peace, was, doubtless, the happiest he would ever know in this life. For the first time he saw a genuine smile on Jenny’s face, when she stepped to the ground on this lovely May evening, before the door of the little house where she was born. Upon the steps the servants awaited their mistress, who had been absent so long. There were only two of them—Marcelline, dressed in a dark woolen gown, and her head covered with a hand- kerchief, and Pierre, her father’s old servant, in his Sunday clothes, and cleanly shaven, was twirl- ing in his hands his blue woolen cap. Marcelline clasped her hands and pressed them against her lips, not daring to take a step toward this beautiful woman, so elegantly clothed, and so grand, that she hardly recognized her. Nevertheless, she had nursed her when she was first born with a love that her own children might well be jealous of. J enny, the great singer, applauded, crowned, and feted by dukes and princes, gave one bound, and threw her- self upon her nurse’s neck. Then she embraced EGOmichboo cS (E(0)