Sealed Lips — page 39: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

SEALED LIPS, 31 noble, good mother, have anything to reproach me with?” O’Farrell glanced at the desk where for many years the portrait of a lady—always the same face —had occupied the same place, reserved for re- spectful gratitude. Then he said, taking Godefroid in his arms, as he had the night before: “My mother blesses you, and her son will never leave you henceforth if you wish it. Rely upon me always.”