Sealed Lips — page 70: what you’re looking at

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62 SEALED LIPS, CHAPTER VIII. RECONCILIATION. The next morning a pale, aged, weak, and bowed man was sitting in his arm-chair reading the jour- nals, and dropping them one by one on the floor with a nervous and disdainful smile. Godefroid had not closed his eyes that night. Now he was waiting for the return of that prodigal child whose last words rang in his ears. He was astonished at the bitterness of certain moments in life; everything failed him, everything made him suffer. His un- erateful friend had turned against him, and, to speak inthe language of the trade, the press was ill-natured. He felt the first touch of old age, which is called doubt of one’s self. He went over the course of his whole life, so smiling when one follows the course of the rising sun, so sad when darkness settles over the landscape. “Where amI going?” thought he. “What fate awaits me? Whatis before meat the turn of the road? What remains for me to do in this life? Art has escaped me, and my last effort will be this ‘Con- stantin’ that is not appreciated. Friendship out- rages and abandons me. Jentiy Sauval! Alas! in GoOmicbdoo S (E(0)