Sealed Lips — page 59: what you’re looking at

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SEALED LIPS, 51 intensely admiring gaze, whose clear blue eyes shone with an ardent French fire. One could read in them a respect for woman, the universal queen; and Jenny received this homage without anger, but by a natural instinct she drew back into the coupe. As it was necessary to say something, she asked: “Godefroid is better, is he not? You would not look so happy if you did not have good news.” “He is better, much better. His morning costume prevented his coming to you himself. I came as his ambassador, to lay his thanks at the feet of the most beautiful of princesses.” “Oh, no,” said the young woman, smiling for the second time, and the full smile, too. (Happy man this Patrice!) “Iam the most devoted of friends in the morning; it is enough to wear the crown evenings.” “The crown rests all of the time on your head,” said the young man, gazing ardently at Jenny. “You will excuse me,” said the singer, after a short silence. “But the air is frosty and my poor throat does not belong tome. Say to your friend that I return home quite happy with the news that I carry away. I will do my best to cure the master this evening by a shower of bravos.” A faint glimmer of pink lighting the interior of the coupe, a delicate hand closing the window, a pretty nod of the head, and the carriage drove away, leaving Patrice on the sidewalk with his head in a whirl. A passer-by, who gazed at him EOomicbooks (€(0)