Sealed Lips — page 250: what you’re looking at

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242 SHALED LIPS. effort to shake off her painful languor and look the future in the face, as a prisoner released from con- finement asks himself what route his limbs, tired from so long a rest, should take. She was nearly twenty-seven years old, and cer- tainly there were very few women who were gifted to such adegree. But of what use were all these graces? What use was her youthful sacrifice, her unrequited heart, her music disdained like a jewel thatis out of fashion, and so far as her beauty was concerned, she never thought of it now. It had been so long since she had seen anybody to tell her that she was beautiful! Her fortune was distaste- ful to her, as money earned too quickly, and that she must return some day should her heart venture to speak. She did not love her mother now, for some- times the Roumanian had not succeeded in deceiv- ing her, she who secretly flattered herself that she deceived all the world. This model of mothers-in-law remarked to her daughter that they must not fail to be at Pomeyras on the anniversary of Godefroid’s death. “Assuredly,” said the young widow, astonished at this pious respect for the dead. “It is our duty to assist at the service.” They left the next day, and Jenny found herself once more in the house where she was born; this time she had no feeling of joy. The memories that she tried to throw off took the place of those that ‘had filled her heart from childhood.