Sealed Lips — page 296: what you’re looking at

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288 SEALED LIPS. “He loves me; I was not mistaken! I shall be his!” At the same time she knew by certain indications that Martscha was making preparations to leav2 France, and it troubled her not to be able to say to this misguided woman: “You will stay with us.” But certain generous deeds are but acts of folly. At least she would try to be good to her mother during this short and last period of their common existence. One evening as they were taking leave of one another, Jenny waited, as usual, for the customary kiss, but was surprised to be clasped in the ¢ arm of a weeping woman: “God preserve you,” sobbed Martscha, “ from! ever being pitied by your daughter.” This was the only sign of remorse or sorrow that she ever showed until the moment of her departure. She immediately regained possession of herself: “How little you resemble me and how much you resemble him!” said she, looking at her daughter with a kind of humble admiration. Before Jenny could reply Madame Sauval had disappeared. EOmMmichboo CS, (EC)