Sealed Lips — page 234: what you’re looking at

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226 SEALED LIPS, solitary exile in Algeria. He was moved by the tears that he saw in her eyes, and replied: “Be at peace. I know that no other hand but yours could have prolonged his life so long.” “Alas” said she, sighing, “would to God that I could exchange places with him; I would willingly do so.” The young man walked with bowed head, he could think of nothing to say. What could he reply that would not be an outrage to this dying friend or an irony toward the one whom he had con- demned to live without happiness? They continued their sad promenade, lost in thought, or rather dominated over by the thought of that dark hour, that go where they would was not far distant from them. They felt that everything had gone against them, that all their sacrifices had been in vain for themselves as wellas Godefroid. But the future was still more desolate for Patrice, a vow that he had not forgotten prevented him even from the sacrilegious hope that the most noble hearts are haunted with sometimes at the sight of an open grave. Soasnot to succumb under the weight of his hopeless grief, he repeated to himself Pere Chrysostome’s words which had given him so much comfort that first night at Telagh: “What you did was well done.” But these words that he breathed to himself were only a revolting, ironical echo. The emptiness of GoOmicboo CS (E(0)