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It is my anxiety for
you--for our little one--and for dear Marie, which makes my spirit sad."
"God will temper the wind to the shorn lamb," said Madame de Lescure.
"Our trials will not be harder than we can bear."
"God bless you for those words, dearest: there is comfort in them--real,
true comfort. But remember them yourself Victorine; remember them when
you will most want them. When great sorrow comes home to your bosom, as
it will do; when affliction is heavy on you, when worldly comforts are
leaving you, when enemies are around you, when the voices of cruel men
are in your ears, and their cruel deeds before your eyes, then remember,
my love, that God will temper the wind to the shorn lamb."
"I will, my own Charles, I will," said she, now kneeling at his feet,
and burying her face in her hands upon his knees; "if I am called upon
to bear these miseries, I will remember it."
"And look up, Victorine; look up, dearest. I would have you prepared for
the worst. Listen to me now calmly, love, and then I need not harrow you
with these thoughts again.


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