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Updated: July 7, 2025
"You are surely not going to spoil the fun," said Trudel. "Come along; I'm going to get in first. I can swim, you know!" "But not in mud and water-weeds," said Lottchen wisely. The boys began to laugh at them. "Why, you're funky, I do believe; the pond isn't really deep anywhere," they said.
One day, I took up the little book entitled, 'Dorothea Trudel; and while reading, I seemed to hear a voice saying unto me, 'All things are possible unto him that believeth. 'According to thy faith be it unto thee. I claimed the faith, and immediately asked God to heal me, and in His own way.
Do not desire the unattainable, but content yourself with the reachable," he said; "and yet ''Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all, as the dear old poem says." "He's getting grand in his language again; he is a funny little man," said Trudel in a whisper to Lottchen.
The quiet days he had spent in Chaudiere, the self-sacrifice he had been compelled to make, the human sins, such as those of Jo Portugais and Louis Trudel, with which he had had to do, the simplicity of the life around him the uncomplicated lie and the unvarnished truth, the obvious sorrow and the patent joy, the childish faith, and the rude wickedness so pardonable because so frankly brutal had worked upon him.
In the first place, the Cure seemed satisfied; secondly, he minded his own business. Also, he was working for Louis Trudel for nothing. These things Jo Portugais diligently impressed on the minds of all who would listen.
Have you ever been in love?" he said inquisitively, looking at Trudel, who looked big enough in his eyes. "Why no, not exactly, we're only kiddies; but still we do love lots of people, of course," said she. "Your day will come, your day will come.
"The mother of Dorothea Trudel was an eminently pious woman, and it was her custom, when any of her children were ill, to bring them in prayer before the feet of the Heavenly Physician, as Dorothea herself says: 'Our mother had no cure except prayer, and though at that time we did not understand, yet since then we have found it out, that it was the healing hand of the Saviour alone, that helped and restored us."
How does he carry on business without writing letters?" "There was a large stock of everything left by Louis Trudel, and not long ago a commercial traveller was here with everything." "You think he has nothing to hide, then?" "Have not we all something to hide with or without shame?" she asked simply. "You have more sense than any woman in Chaudiere, Mademoiselle."
The cross which Rosalie had torn from the pillar, Charley had thrust into his bosom, and there it now lay on the red scar made by itself in the hands of Louis Trudel. M. Loisel waved the people back. He raised Charley's head. The Abbe Rossignol, who had just arrived with the Seigneur, lifted the cross from the insensible man's breast. He started when he saw the scar.
Flynn who gave Rosalie information concerning Charley's arrival at the shop of Louis Trudel the tailor. The morning after Charley came, Mrs. Flynn had called for a waistcoat of the Seigneur, who was expected home from a visit to Quebec. She found Charley standing at a table pressing seams, and her quick eye took him in with knowledge and instinct.
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