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Until two days before her death she wished to be alone at night, however, notwithstanding her entreaties, the Infirmarian used to rise several times to visit her. On one occasion she found our little invalid with hands clasped and eyes raised to Heaven.
"But what are you doing?" she asked; "you should try to sleep."
"I cannot, dear Sister, I suffer too much! then I pray. . . ."
"And what do you say to Jesus?"
"I say nothing, I love Him!"
HIST. D'UNE AME, CH. XII
A sister was speaking to her of the
happiness of Heaven: Thérèse interrupted,
saying:
"It is not that which attracts me. . . ."
"What is it then?"
"Oh! it is Love! To love, to be beloved, and to come back to earth to make Love loved."
HIST. D'UNE AME, CH. XII
