Paula the Waldensian - Eva Lecomte
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"There, that will do," said Mlle. Virtud. "You mustn't tell all <strong>the</strong> family<br />
secrets. We are here in this world to help o<strong>the</strong>rs; are we not, Lisita?"<br />
"Yes, Mademoiselle," I answered, and I was filled with fear that <strong>the</strong>re<br />
might be ano<strong>the</strong>r sermon coming. However, Mlle. Virtud began to tell us of<br />
<strong>the</strong> rest of <strong>the</strong> family and of <strong>the</strong> little village to which <strong>the</strong>y returned at<br />
vacation time; and one could see that her heart was <strong>the</strong>re with her loved<br />
ones. During <strong>the</strong> next few minutes <strong>the</strong>re was quite a silence, and I began to<br />
shiver with cold, and we noticed that <strong>the</strong>re was no fire in <strong>the</strong> grate.<br />
"How pale you are," said Mademoiselle; "Are you cold?"<br />
"Yes, a little, Mademoiselle," I said, quite ashamed for my discomfort to<br />
be discovered.<br />
"Poor little girl," she said. Taking my two hands in her two hot ones that<br />
were burning with fever, "You had better not stay here any longer as you are<br />
not accustomed to <strong>the</strong> cold. Our neighbor made a little fire in <strong>the</strong> grate this<br />
morning to cook <strong>the</strong> breakfast with, but it's gone out."<br />
Was it this little touch of tenderness on <strong>the</strong> part of Mademoiselle, or<br />
remorse for all <strong>the</strong> wicked feelings I had so long held against my teacher?<br />
Anyway, a flood of tears came as I kneeled beside <strong>the</strong> bed and hid my face<br />
on <strong>the</strong> white cover. "Oh, Mademoiselle ... forgive me," I murmured between<br />
by sobs.<br />
All my pride had broken and I saw myself for what I was, guilty, unjust<br />
and cruel toward this young woman whom I had accused of living solely for<br />
herself. I felt a hand passing slowly over my head.<br />
"I forgive you with all my heart, poor child," and <strong>the</strong> invalid's voice was<br />
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