Sealed Lips — page 280: what you’re looking at

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272 SEALED LIPS. She had no wish to cry; flashes, not tears, came from her eyes. “A vow!” exclaimed she. “ What right had Patrice to swear? What right——” “Grand Dieu!” said Pere Chrysostome, joining his hands. “Do you know him? You know his name? You——” “Alas!” said she, dropping into a seat entirely overcome. “For two years the thought of him has filled my heart. For two years I have strugeled with this mystery, that I understand at last. How I have suffered! How I have struggled! Forgive me the subterfuge that I have used to find out what I have just heard. Pity me, since you pity Patrice O’Farrell. Poor, poor friend! What has he done?” They both of them were silent for several minutes. Jenny was the first to speak. “Do you think that he ought to be bound by this vow?” said she. | “J think so,” said the priest, “and I probably am the one who prevented his breaking it.” Then she could not retain her spiteful feeling against the dead. “Oh, Godefroid! How could you be so cruel, wicked, and heartless!” cried she “To have in- vented this! To have buried me alive, I, who de- voted myself to you like a slave, and tried to make you happy! You will tell me, I suppose, like other priests, that I ought to pardon him?” (COMME! NOVO) KS (C(O)