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And in the evening she sent these lines pencilled with a trembling hand:
"O my God, how good Thou art to the little victim of Thy Merciful Love! Now even though Thou dost join physical suffering to the trials of my soul, I cannot say: 'The sorrows of death have encompassed me.'[1] But I cry out in my gratitude: 'I have gone down into the valley of the shadow of death, yet I fear no evil, because Thou, O Lord, art with me.'"[2]
HIST. D'UNE AME, CH. XII
