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[56v°] I must stop here, for were I to continue I would never come to an end!

I’m going to recount my voyage, dear Mother, with some details; pardon me if I give you too many, for I don’t have time to reflect before writing. I’m writing at so many different times because there is little free time, and as a result my recital [5] will perhaps be boring to you. What consoles me is the thought that in heaven I shall speak about the graces I received and will do this in pleasant and charming terms. Nothing will any longer intervene to interrupt our intimate outpourings; at a single glance, you will understand all. Alas, since I must still use the language of the sad earth, I’ll try to do it with the [10] simplicity of a child conscious of its mother’s love.

The pilgrimage left Paris on November 7, but Papa had taken us there a few days before to visit the Capital. At three o’clock in the morning, I crossed the city of Lisieux which was still wrapped in sleep; many impressions passed through my soul at that moment. I had a feeling I was approaching the unknown, [15] that great things awaited me out there. Papa was very happy; when the train began to move he sang the old refrain, “Roll, roll, my carriage, here we are on the open road.” We reached Paris in the morning and commenced our visit without any delay. Poor little Father tired himself out trying to please us, and very soon we saw all the marvels of the Capital. [20] I myself found only one which filled me with delight, Our Lady of Victories!

Ah! what I felt kneeling at her feet cannot be expressed. The graces she granted me so moved me that my happiness found expression only in tears, just as on the day of my First Communion. The Blessed Virgin made me feel it was really herself who smiled on me and brought about my cure. I understood she was watching over me, that I was her child. I could no longer give her



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