Sealed Lips — page 242: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

234 SEALED LIPS, fell prostrate with his head upon the winding sheet and great sobs burst from him. Suppressed moans replied to his from the other side of the bed. Separated by the dead as they were by the living, O’Farrell and Jenny wept. During this time Madame Sauval was running from garret to cellar, giving orders, and making preparations, for death is a guest that does not pass over a threshold without causing more trouble and fatigue than a prince’s visit. When the Roumanian entered the parlor with a lamp in her hand she was very much surprised to find a stranger seated in an arm-chair, hands in his pockets and coat buttoned up to his chin, for the night was becoming cool, and nobody had taken care to light a fire on the hearth. 7 The unknown arose thinking that she had come to conduct him to his client’s room. “Were you waiting for somebody, monsieur?” asked Madame Sauval, in an imperious tone. “T am the notary,” said this person, bowing. “Monsieur Antoine Godefroid sent for me.” “Monsieur Godefroid is dead!” said Martscha, darting a terrible glance at the man of law. “But it is not my fault,” stammered Maubourguet, for these hard, accusing eyes seemed to trouble him in spite of himself. “I came without losing a mo- ment as soon as he sent for me.” “Did my son-in-law send for you?” GEomicl 0)(0)| <S (Ee)