- gin hastens to my aid: quickly she takes
off my little dirty pinafore, smooths my hair and adorns it with a pretty ribbon or simply with a little flower . . . and this suffices to render me pleasing and enables me to sit at the Banquet of Angels without blushing.
COUNSELS AND REMINISCENCES
The demon, traitor that he is, knows
well, that he cannot make a soul who
wills to belong wholly to the good God,
commit sin; therefore he endeavours
only to persuade her that she sins. That
is a great deal gained, but it is not yet
enough to satisfy his rage . . . he aims
at something further, he wants to deprive
Jesus of a loved tabernacle. Not being
able himself to enter into this sanctuary
he wishes that it may at least remain
empty and without its Lord. Alas!
what will become of this poor heart?. . .
When the devil has succeeded in driving
away a soul from Holy Communion he
has gained his ends, and Jesus weeps. . . .
I LETTER TO HER COUSIN MARIE GUÉRIN
