A Heroine of France by Evelyn Everett-Green
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Governor with a few of those most in his confidence stood by to see
what would follow. I was at his right hand. Bertrand brought in the Maid. I know not what he had said to her, or whether he had prepared her for what was about to take place; but however that may have been, her face wore that calm and lofty serenity of expression which seemed to belong to her. As she approached she made a lowly reverence to the priest, and stood before him where Bertrand placed her, looking at him with earnest, shining eyes. "My daughter," spoke the Abbe gravely, "have you security in your heart that the visions and voices sent to you come of good and not of evil? Many men and women have, ere this, been deceived--yea, even the holy Saints themselves have been tempted of the devil, that old serpent, who is the great deceiver of the hearts and spirits of men. Are you well assured in your heart that you are not thus deceived and led away by whispers and suggestions from the father of lies?" There was no anger in her face, but a beautiful look of reverent, yet joyful, confidence and peace. "I am well assured, my father, that it is my Lord who speaks to me through His most holy and blessed Saints, and through the ever-glorious Archangel Michael." "And yet, my daughter, you know that it is written in the Holy Scriptures that the devil can transform himself into an angel of light." |
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