Sealed Lips — page 217: what you’re looking at

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SHALED LIPS. 209 At the least familiar gesture this man would have been dead, for five steps from him Godefroid was caressing the trigger of his revolver, but Kemeneff and Jenny took the road to the house without even having touched hands. On the way the prince met Madame Sauval, and seemed to allow himself to be taken possession of by her, while Jenny disappeared down a narrow walk protected from sight by a wall of cypress. As she drew the letter from her pocket aman rose up before her, so changed that she gave a cry, believ- ing that she was to be attacked by a criminal. “Give me that letter,” commanded her husband in a suppressed tone. She trembled and drew back, holding the envelope behind her out of hisreach. Godefroid suspected that she would take to flight if he took one step more, and he felt unequal to it. What pursuit were his limbs capable of? To frighten Jenny, only to frighten her, for he pitied her when he saw the look of mortal agony on that dear face, Godefroid showed her the pistol that he held. “Do not undertake to run away,” said he. “You see that I am determined to have that letter.” “What I see is this,” replied the young woman— “that I passin your eyes for the vilest of women. That is what I get for doing as Idid. My God! how unhappy I am!” She commenced to cry, but Godefroid took no Gomicbdooks (E(0)