Sealed Lips — page 63: what you’re looking at

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SEALED LIPS. 5o “If I did not enjoy the evening after the favor that you have shown me, I should indeed be hard to please. Nevertheless I would not change my morning for my evening.” She looked at him, giving him that eternal enigma—her half smile. “Well,” sighed she, “I see that the poor Ados- sides has not found grace in your eyes.” “My eyes remember too well Jenny Sauval not to _regret her, even when I admire the princess. I am a poor flatterer, am I not?” “On the contrary,” said she, becoming very seri- ous. “You could not give me sweeter flattery. For I prefer the poor Jenny myself.” She left upon a sign from her mother, who was waiting for her with an opera cloak. Patrice watched heras she walked away, charmed with her exquisite grace. He wanted to go back to the house at once when she disappeared, for it seemed to him that the evening was ended, but he was very much mistaken, as we shall see. He remained, wishing to feast his eyes once more on this regal beauty. He would see her again, but surrounded and besieged with admirers, without his being able to speak to her. The curtain was lowered for the second time. Suddenly a crowd of dancers filled the stage, for the ballet was in the next act. O’Farrell was a little embarrassed in the midst of this swarm of tarlatan skirts and pink limbs, when a hand was placed on his shoulder. EoOmMmicbooks (E(0)