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184 SEALED LIPS, nedr the house, hiding under the trees, and behind clumps of bushes, like a lover obliged to use mys- terious caution. He spent three hours hoping to see her appear and to catch a look that would per- mit him to believe that she was looking for him. But Jenny did not appear. The breakfast hour was drawing near. He lost patience, and entered the house, thinking that doubtless she was tiring her beautiful hands with the various arrangements of a long neglected house. But one glance showed him that he was mistaken. Jenny was seated in the little parlor reading over a long letter that she had just written. She arose when she saw him, and came toward him with shining eyes and animated countenance, hold- ing in her hands the freshly written pages. “Now, then,” said she, “I have done my best to. replace you. Read my letter, and add a few lines at the bottom of the sheet. When does the mail leave? It would be too bad if this friend, who is so far away, should go more than a week without news from us. He would think that we had for- gotten him.” Then Godefroid remembered that the night be- fore, in some way, the conversation had turned upon Patrice. “About this time he must have reached his forests,” the young woman had said. “You ought to write to him.” He had promised to do so, confessing at the same Gomichbooks_ Go