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Excerpt: ...observable in persons who are cherishing the thought of death. From that moment Monsieur Bonnet hesitated no longer; he set before him the duty of arresting the progress of this cruel moral malady. At first there was a brief struggle of empty words between the priest and Veronique, in which they both sought to veil their real thoughts. In spite of the cold, Veronique was sitting on the granite bench holding Francis on her knee. Madame Sauviat was standing at the corner of the terrace, purposely so placed as to hide the cemetery. Aline was waiting to take the child away. "I had supposed, madame," said the rector, who was now paying his seventh visit, "that you were only melancholy; but I see," sinking his voice to a whisper, "that your soul is in despair. That feeling is neither Christian nor Catholic." "But," she replied, looking to heaven with piercing eyes and letting a bitter smile flicker on her lips, "what other feeling does the Church leave to a lost soul unless it be despair?" As he heard these words the rector realized the vast extent of the ravages in her soul. "Ah " he said, "you are making this terrace your hell, when it ought to be your Calvary from which to rise to heaven." "I have no pride left to place me on such a pedestal," she answered, in a tone which revealed the self-contempt that lay within her. Here the priest, by one of those inspirations which are both natural and frequent in noble souls, the man of God lifted the child in his arms and kissed its forehead, saying, in a fatherly voice, "Poor little one " Then he gave it himself to the nurse, who carried it away. Madame Sauviat looked at her daughter, and saw the efficacy of the rector's words; for Veronique's eyes, long dry, were moist with tears. The old woman made a sign to the priest and disappeared. "Let us walk," said the rector to Veronique leading her along the terrace to the other end, from which Les Tascherons could be seen. "You belong to me; I must render account...

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  • ISBN-13: 9781483983615
  • ISBN-10: 1483983617
  • Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
  • Publish Date: March 2013
  • Dimensions: 9.02 x 5.98 x 0.5 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 0.72 pounds
  • Page Count: 220

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