Paula the Waldensian - Eva Lecomte
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Mademoiselle <strong>Paula</strong>. That afternoon I prayed, and I believe God had pity on<br />
me. I am sure of that."<br />
Here <strong>Paula</strong> broke in: "You had better not talk any more now, Louisa.<br />
Your cough will come back--you are already too tired."<br />
"Perhaps so," Louisa said, "but I must speak while I have strength for it.<br />
Oh, Mademoiselle <strong>Paula</strong>, I did want to thank you before I die!"<br />
"But Louisa dear," said <strong>Paula</strong> in <strong>the</strong> midst of her tears, "I have done<br />
nothing for you; I didn't even know you were ill."<br />
The poor sick one took <strong>Paula</strong>'s soft hand between her thin ones, and<br />
raised it to her lips, "You have been like God's angel to me."<br />
"No, no, Louisa, Louisa!"<br />
"Yes, and you loved me, mademoiselle, and your love revealed to me<br />
God's love! May He bless you richly!"<br />
"Amen," sighed Teresa.<br />
Then again came that terrible cough which seemed to tear <strong>the</strong> poor weak<br />
body in two.<br />
"I can do no more," she murmured, as soon as she was able to speak.<br />
"Well," said Teresa, "you will soon be with <strong>the</strong> Lord Jesus in heaven."<br />
A contented sigh came from <strong>the</strong> bed as we caught <strong>the</strong> words, "Oh, what<br />
happiness!"<br />
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