They began with your visit, Mademoiselle
Paula. That afternoon I prayed, and I believe God had pity on me. I am sure
of that."
Here Paula broke in: "You had better not talk any more now, Louisa. Your
cough will come back--you are already too tired."
"Perhaps so," Louisa said, "but I must speak while I have strength for it.
Oh, Mademoiselle Paula, I did want to thank you before I die!"
"But Louisa dear," said Paula in the midst of her tears, "I have done
nothing for you; I didn't even know you were ill."
The poor sick one took Paula's soft hand between her thin ones, and raised
it to her lips, "You have been like God's angel to me."
"No, no, Louisa, Louisa!"
"Yes, and you loved me, mademoiselle, and your love revealed to me God's
love! May He bless you richly!"
"Amen," sighed Teresa.
Then again came that terrible cough which seemed to tear the poor weak body
in two.
"I can do no more," she murmured, as soon as she was able to speak.
"Well," said Teresa, "you will soon be with the Lord Jesus in heaven."
A contented sigh came from the bed as we caught the words, "Oh, what
happiness!"
"Is there nothing you would like us to do for you? No word to send to some
friend or relative?"
"I have no other friend but Cordero, the cat.
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