Sealed Lips — page 248: what you’re looking at

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240 SEALED LIPS. “Unless—truly it is a good thing to have two strings to one’s bow.” Meanwhile Kemeneff, in spite of several attempts, had not been received by the young woman, but his name in default of his person had often reached Jenny’s ears. Madame Sauval met him two or three times every week, and as her widowhood had become an old story to her, there was nothing to prevent her holding a conversation with his excel- lency. On her return she would acquaint her daughter with the fortunate accidental meetings. “Poor man!” said she, “I cannot get it out of my head that he les in wait expressly to meet me. He asks me a hundred questions about you, and is dying to see you. But he respects your desire for solitude. J asked him when he was going to install himself at Biarritz. Would you like to know what he said?” “Tt is useless. I will not hear or see anybody,” said the young widow, softly shaking her head. “Why will they not permit me to wear my mourn- ing in peace?” If she had let anybody know her real thoughts she would have said that she wore mourning for two persons—one who was lying in the cemetery at Pomeyras, the other buried and giving no signs of life in his forest at Telagh. She would have said that she had a sincere attachment for each of them, different in their nature, but mixed with an un- avowed bitterness almost equal. Godefroid she felt Eomich O)(O) KS (Cl QO)