Paula the Waldensian - Eva Lecomte
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and a few days later I even forgot <strong>the</strong> whole thing.<br />
A week passed, and we had seen nothing of <strong>the</strong> Breton. <strong>Paula</strong> mentioned<br />
him several times, and I know she was praying for him. Teresa had gone to<br />
see Celestina, but she hadn't seen anything of him ei<strong>the</strong>r. Apparently he had<br />
gone out early each day, and had returned very late. He had been <strong>the</strong><br />
principal subject of our conversation as each night we came toge<strong>the</strong>r in <strong>the</strong><br />
big warm kitchen on those long winter evenings. Finally one evening just as<br />
we were finishing <strong>the</strong> dishes, <strong>the</strong>re came two hesitating knocks on <strong>the</strong> outer<br />
door.<br />
"I wonder who can be calling at this hour," said Rosa.<br />
"It sounds like some child that can't knock very well," said Catalina.<br />
"Open <strong>the</strong> door, Lisita!"<br />
Only too glad to abandon my towel, I ran to open <strong>the</strong> door, but hardly<br />
had I done so when I remained petrified and dumb with surprise, hardly able<br />
to believe my own eyes. There stood <strong>the</strong> Breton twisting his battered cap<br />
nervously between his bony fingers. The little oil lamp, which we always<br />
kept lighted at night in <strong>the</strong> passageway, illuminated his pale face and gaunt<br />
figure.<br />
"Good evening, mademoiselle," he finally managed to say, and <strong>the</strong>n he<br />
stopped, apparently as embarrassed as I was.<br />
"Who it is?" said Teresa, as she started to come to my rescue.<br />
"It's <strong>the</strong> Breton," I said.<br />
"Well, tell him to come in," said <strong>the</strong> old woman kindly.<br />
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