Sealed Lips — page 227: what you’re looking at

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SHALED LIPS. 219 He seemed to go over his past life, returning to the time when his love for her was concealed in him- self like arash hope. Anda thing no less strange! he renewed his passion for music, and spoke of his works, of great masters, of the opera, the successes and failures that were produced there. One day he even wished to hear the grand aria from Adossides which had been their common triumph. She was obliged to accompany herself, and in the midst of the piece she burst into tears, from that time Gode- froid never mentioned music. During this time the invalid was greatly pleased by a call from Kemeneff, for his conscience re- proached him for not having appreciated the loyalty of this friend who had always been a warm ad- mirer of his works. This time, like a well-bred gentleman, he did not unharness his horses, but inquired at the door for the invalid. But Madame Sauval would not listen to that, and forced him to seat himself in the little parlor, and then there was a conversation, such as Moliere delighted in, be- tween them. | “Poor man!” said Kemeneff, in a low voice. “Do you think that his disease is progressing rapidly?” “My poor daughter!” groaned the mother-in-law. “A widow before the end of the first year of her marriage!” “Do they think the end is near?” “Tt is a matter of days only. The unhappy child may be a widow to-morrow.” CONNIE OOO KS (€(@)