Paula the Waldensian - Eva Lecomte

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"Ah, you are here. Thanks, dear Paula," she gasped. "Many thanks for telling me about Jesus and His love for me. Sing--" The sentence was never finished, but Paula's sweet voice rose, as once again she sang the sublime words: "There is no night there." "Is she dead?" I said, as we looked down on the still white face. "Her eyes are open now," said Mlle. Virtud tenderly, "in the City where there is no night!" 149
Chapter 15 The Breton It was a snowy, blustery day. It is always a source of pleasure to see the drifts beginning to bank against the houses across the street On this afternoon the bushes and roofs were already crowned in white, and all the trees were festooned as if for a holiday. The smaller objects in the garden had disappeared under this grand upholstery of nature, and the rattle of the carts and other ordinary sounds of the village were muffled in the mantle of snow. To be sure Paula dampened my pleasure a bit by reminding me that there were many people who were in great suffering on account of the storm, without proper food, warm clothing, or fire in their houses. It had been a hard winter. Many of the factories in town had had to discharge their workers on account of lack of orders. Happily, Teresa with Catalina's help had done all she could to aid the poor folks in our neighborhood. Paula had sewed incessantly. Her stitches were pretty uneven and the thread frequently knotted in her nervous hands, but Teresa said that the mistakes she made were more than made up by the love that she put into her work. I read to Paula while she sewed, and we were certainly happy when at last the mountain of old clothes which had been gathered for the poor had been made over and finally distributed to the needy ones. I remember especially one poor woman to whom Teresa had sent us with a package of clothes, who received us with tears of gratitude. And now, as I sat looking out at the gathering drifts, I heard Catalina remark in a relieved tone, "At last that's finished!" 150
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PAULA THE WALDENSIAN Eva Lecomte
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Villar-Pellice, France. Translator'
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Of course, our own garden covering
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errands for me, and the only thing
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sir, take this little orphan as you
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"You can talk to me as you like," I
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However, on this particular afterno
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"Keep quiet, Lisita. Your tongue ru
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other end of the house. Are you res
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happy song of the canaries, from wh
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and then suddenly came that terribl
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help me?'" "But I thought Mamma die
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church, nor anything of the kind. H
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"Oh," I exclaimed beamingly; "I do
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At last the great day arrived. It w
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With tenderness and infinite care P
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cup of hot milk. She placed her han
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father had placed under the apple-t
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endeavor to make her happy and forg
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"See my flowers," she said. "I pick
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luntly tell her the truth that we l
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any time to come and call us, but s
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"No," she said, "I'm not afraid to
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"Because I didn't know what to say
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Chapter 6 In the midst of darkness
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already told you that in this house
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"Oh, let her pray, father," implore
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words. Have you found them yet?" Pa
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would have exchanged all my books f
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you." But Paula continued crying, i
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the back of her sleeve, as she turn
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Poor Paula seemed at a loss. "Well,
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And so Teresa and Paula kneeled tog
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"Well, well," said my father, "I'm
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saw it again, I'm afraid--I'm afrai
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"Why do you ask that, sir?" she sai
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until, until--" My poor father coul
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"Oh, yes, indeed, I do forgive you,
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And then, as she thought of the dea
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for the first time in my life, I wa
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"No, Teresa dear," and Paula sighed
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"Oh, no indeed, you shall all come
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And the "things" which we "saw" wer
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"Oh, sir," cried Paula, to one of t
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here," she said amiably. "Now, we m
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do with you! Here's another package
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Chapter 9 A little glimpse of heave
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For there is no night there. Paula
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Paula that sang. But don't punish h
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Page 117 and 118: of people." Paula had such a sympat
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Page 121 and 122: Mademoiselle Paula. That afternoon
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started to come over me, but it was
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stories of Paula's universal love f
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Tenderly my father cut off two lock
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The storm of wind and rain had pass
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