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SEALED LIPS. 221 Patrice. He counted the hours, haunted with a fear that never left him, but which he mentioned to nobody: “If he should get here too late!” Jenny had never mentioned it, but she had con- fided to the telegraph the lines written by her hus- band, -for she, too, feared that the post was too slow. With electricity one gained four days. One evening toward the end of January he heard the noise of wheels before the house. Godefroid by earnest entreaties had persuaded his wife to go out to drive for an hour to take the air. His ears recog- nized the rumbling of a carriage that was to be let at the station in desperate cases. He sat up in his chair with animated face and eyes sparkling with joy. “It is O’Farrell!” said he to Madame Sauval, who was sitting by him. “I know that it ishe. How quickly he came! You must leave us alone.” Almost immediately the young man entered. “Do not embrace me too hard,” said the invalid. “You will crush me. Sit down there; give me your hand, and let me keep it. Ah! the good, brave hand! Do you know that I would like to hold it like this when the moment comes for me to take the great leap into the unknown. What happiness to see you! But how did you get here so soon?” “T received your dispatch.” “My dispatch? Ah! yes, I understand. She has thought of everything. Well, here you are; I can Gomicbooks (E(0)