Sealed Lips — page 275: what you’re looking at

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SEALED LIPS, 267 CHAPTER XXIX. “PITY ME, SINCE YOU PITY PATRICE.” The Sabbath after the two women returned to Paris, the curate who was to preach gave up his place in the Saint Augustine pulpit to a priest who preached there for the first time. He was a tall man, with a long white beard. He wore a dark robe, crossed by a purple ribbon, from which was suspended a gold cross. A sympathetic curiosity was aroused among the faithful ones at the sight of this old preacher with this superb head that might have served a painter as a model. When the old man commenced to speak and announced the subject of his short dis- course, a young woman who was. plunged in deep reverie, gave asudden start, and raised her eyes toward him. She was so overcome with emotion that she forgot where she was, the crowd that sur- rounded her, her own existence even, all to follow this priest across the seas to this distant region that - he described with such simple and picturesque elo- quence. The missions in Algeria! These words spoken during the discourse struck Jenny to the very heart. She eagerly devoured the evangelist’s words, as with indefatigable zeal he solicited aid from the Gomichooks.co