Paula the Waldensian - Eva Lecomte

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"Don't worry, sir, a little more work doesn't worry Teresa Rouland. She will have to get up a little earlier and go to bed a little later, and that will be all." "Well, Teresa, I'll think about it, and it needs to be 'thought about' a good deal." "And why do you say that, sir? One doesn't have to reflect long about doing good." "Well, I'll tell you why I hesitate. I'm sure that someone else could much better replace the parents of this orphaned girl. I must confess that for my part I don't feel equal to the task." "Sir, would you like to know what I think? You have said to yourself, 'From the time that my wife died life has become a burden, and if it wasn't for the children I would have died of grief, but for love of them I must work and live. Therefore, with my heart torn and desolated as it is, I don't feel called upon to take any responsibility upon myself other than that of my own children!'" "There is a good deal of truth in what you say, Teresa." "Yes, sir, but it is very bad, very bad, if you will let me say so! I know I ought not to talk so, as I'm only a poor old servant; but remember, I was the one that brought up the lovely woman that we all mourn for, and I knew her before you did, sir, and I loved her as if she were my own child. When I put her in the coffin it was as if they had taken out a piece of my own heart. She was so young to die, so sweet, so good, and besides so marvelously beautiful! But I dried my tears as best I could, for I knew there was much to be done; and I said to myself that I would honor the memory of my mistress by doing always that which I knew she would have approved of. And now, 7
sir, take this little orphan as you know your good wife would have done, as the daughter of her beloved sister...." She stopped suddenly, slightly abashed, as she realized that perhaps she had said a little too much for one in her station in life. But more than her mere words, her voice vibrant with emotion had moved us all to the depths of our souls. "You are a valiant woman with a great heart," my father said, as he took her hand. "I will write this very night and ask them to send the girl to us as soon as possible." Then turning to us he added, "You no doubt know by this time of whom we have been speaking. Your cousin Paula has just lost her father. You will remember, her mother died some years ago, and we are her nearest relatives. Your uncle's friends have written me as to whether I will consent to receive Paula in our home, and in a few days, more or less, she will be among us." We opened our mouths to ask a thousand questions, but father stopped us. "No, no! That is enough for now! Later I will tell you the details; besides, I must go out immediately. Go now to your various tasks and don't be thinking too much about this coming of your cousin." 8
Page 1 and 2: PAULA THE WALDENSIAN Eva Lecomte
Page 3 and 4: Villar-Pellice, France. Translator'
Page 5 and 6: Of course, our own garden covering
Page 7: errands for me, and the only thing
Page 11 and 12: "You can talk to me as you like," I
Page 13 and 14: However, on this particular afterno
Page 15 and 16: "Keep quiet, Lisita. Your tongue ru
Page 17 and 18: other end of the house. Are you res
Page 19 and 20: happy song of the canaries, from wh
Page 21 and 22: and then suddenly came that terribl
Page 23 and 24: help me?'" "But I thought Mamma die
Page 25 and 26: church, nor anything of the kind. H
Page 27 and 28: "Oh," I exclaimed beamingly; "I do
Page 29 and 30: At last the great day arrived. It w
Page 31 and 32: With tenderness and infinite care P
Page 33 and 34: cup of hot milk. She placed her han
Page 35 and 36: father had placed under the apple-t
Page 37 and 38: endeavor to make her happy and forg
Page 39 and 40: "See my flowers," she said. "I pick
Page 41 and 42: luntly tell her the truth that we l
Page 43 and 44: any time to come and call us, but s
Page 45 and 46: "No," she said, "I'm not afraid to
Page 47 and 48: "Because I didn't know what to say
Page 49 and 50: Chapter 6 In the midst of darkness
Page 51 and 52: already told you that in this house
Page 53 and 54: "Oh, let her pray, father," implore
Page 55 and 56: words. Have you found them yet?" Pa
Page 57 and 58: 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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Chapter 10 In the country Once a ye
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Soon after this there would appear
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and Edward informed us that at one
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disappointment to you," he said, pa
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But she shook her head as if trying
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"How is that?" "Oh, I'm just stayin
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upon the beauty of her eyes and hai
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Paula threw her grammar on a road-s
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We soon recognized with joy that it
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of people." Paula had such a sympat
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"Oh, why not now, Louisa?" "Because
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Mademoiselle Paula. That afternoon
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Chapter 12 A treasure restored Our
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"You know, Paula, father always giv
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her past life in that far-off Walde
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Chapter 13 The school-teacher and h
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disagreeable thing in the house wit
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exacting a promise from Paula that
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Presently the shawl came down from
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"I'm afraid you will have to wait a
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oth sincere and kindly, and I rose
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healed, returned and glorified God
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I looked at her furtively. By the l
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her to sew and to knit. "What are y
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that seemed to be his chief pleasur
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"May God bless them both," and Marg
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Chapter 15 The Breton It was a snow
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man like that may do. If my rheumat
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I interrupted her to ask if she kne
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I don't mind doing another month fo
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Monsieur Dumas, and the other is he
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"And do you believe He could do it?
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"Yes, I do, indeed!" And here Celes
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Chapter 16 Saved! That night on our
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"How white and pure and beautiful e
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As timidly as a child the Breton ad
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had no work, and my wife taunted me
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Chapter 17 The young school-mistres
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tell you! It's God Himself who's do
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permission at last. The Breton came
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learned to pray. But now some of th
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"Well, supposing that's not so!" sh
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a smile. "You see, the Breton has a
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"I don't know yet exactly, but I've
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followed. I presume the neighborhoo
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Breton is only grateful for all you
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came to singing, his marvelously fr
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"I think," said my father slowly in
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To heal, to strengthen, and provide
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Chapter 20 In His presence At times
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Louis followed shortly to return to
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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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