Sealed Lips — page 232: what you’re looking at

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224 SEALED LIPS. who opened it remembered that she was entering her husband’s chamber, and that he was condemned to die soon. Assoon asshe entered the sick man could not feel Patrice’s pulse at all. The young man’s blood stopped in his veins; his secret was not his own. “Good-day, Patrice!” “Good-day, madam” : That was all. Their eyes met without the slight- est agitation under Godefroid’s look. Their hands were stretched out without hesitation toward each other. Two friends whose heads had been whitened by age would not have been more calm at meeting after.a short separation. There was not a tremor of Patrice’s features or voice, for he had come for- tified against all emotions of life or death, prepared for all surprises. But he had, without knowing it, betrayed his secret. Godefroid had no more questions to ask. The sacrifice that he had accepted without seeing it, when passion blinded him—he understood now all those generous falsehoods, for the clearness of sight that precedes eternal night had been given him. Hewas no longer egotistical, suspicious, or jealous. He was simply a man full of generous in- stincts, who had become penitent and good as he approached his last moment. Once more before he left this world, he wished to give himself the pleas- ure of making others happy. But at first he must reflect. Eomicbooksnco