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SEALED LIPS. ggg Patrice, bending her head and humbly addressed these words to the one who was no more. “Pardon, poor Godefroid !” “Yes, pardon!” repeated Patrice, like an echo, “Oh! that he may pardon us, poor friend! For ‘some time I have judged him harshly in my heart. You, too, I suspect. But he has painted himself in the last words that he said to me, ‘It is a great mis- fortune to love too passionately and too late.’ My dear, there are many ways of loving.” Jenny looked at Patrice nolonger. She seemed to be seeking in the foliage a floating form, and said, in a loud voice, asif to be heard by this in- visible witness: “No, there is only one way to love, and that was his, it shall be ours—to love until death.” She arose to leave, and her companion did not try to prolong the tete-a-tete. They had called up Godefroid, and dared not speak of love in his pres- ence, for they yet feared, in spite of all, his jeal- ousy. When the young woman was seated in her car- riage she said, smilingly: “Timagine that you will not oblige me to go so far to join you, aSif you wished to hide me from everybody.” Patrice was pleased at the thought that they would not have to hide from anybody. He replied: “J wished to see you under these palm trees that recalled such souvenirs. And then I admit it—the Gomicl 0)0)| <Sp(E)