Sealed Lips — page 277: what you’re looking at

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SKALED LIPS. 269 to the secretary to get some money. When she returned Pere Chrysostome was standing. “Thanks, madam,” said he, reaching out his hand. “God will repay you for what you have done for his poor creatures.” He seemed in a hurry to depart, by discretion probably, as he did not appear in the least embar- rassed. On the contrary, there was something about him that showed that he had more than once in his life walked over carpets in elegant houses. But this haste was not to Jenny’s mind. She took a chair, and played with the gold pieces in her hands. The venerable mendicant was obliged to seat himself also. Now she must broach the sub- ject. She could not say to the old man: “Ror two years my heart has belonged to a man that you often see. I wish to know why he does not wish to love me.” Fortunatelv the priest came to her aid by enter- ing into conversation with that ease which is the way of the world. “Madam,” said he, “I will tell the stoi of your bracelet to my poor children in Algeria. You would hardly believe how these generous acts touch them and prepare them to love France. They have so many less edifying examples under their eyes to inspire them with the reverse sentiments!” “Yes,” replied the young woman. “They say that the missionaries can not always rely upon the moral support of our colonists in Algeria.” GOMIGchboOoks (Cl @)