Sealed Lips — page 241: what you’re looking at

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SEALED LIPS, 233 ways known had departed, leaving in his place a twin brother, but aged, despoiled, and devastated, still imposing with his air of heroic grandeur. He could only say these words which were his farewell ones to those here below: “My poor Patrice! How I wished to wait for him !” Then, after a short silence, a name passed his lips, a name that he had scarcely pronounced since his childhood: “God!” At the expected hour Patrice and his companion reached the station, and were very much surprised to find no carriage waiting for them. But as the weather. was beautiful, and it was hardly dark, they walked the distance very quickly. When they reached the house, nobody was in the antechamber to receive them. “Monsieur,” said Patrice to the notary, “will you take a seat in the parlor. I will go and see what is the matter up-stairs.” Godefroid lay upon his large bed all dressed and seemingly asleep. His face was calm; all appear- ance of suffering had disappeared, and he seemed to have grown younger. What showed Patrice the kind of sleep in which he lay was to see that his hands held with the awkwardness of death a cruci- fix and a rose, Jenny’s rose. Without looking to see if others were there, he Eomichbooks.ce