[Jacques Bonneval by Anne Manning]@TWC D-Link bookJacques Bonneval CHAPTER VII 3/18
They were stoned; they were sawn asunder, were tempted, were slain with the sword; they wandered about in sheepskins and goatskins, being destitute, afflicted, tormented (of whom the world was not worthy); they wandered in deserts and in mountains, and in dens and caves of the earth.
And yet none of these, though they obtained a good report in God's own word for their faith, had received the explicit promises through Christ, God having provided those better things for us; wherefore we surely should be ashamed to show less constancy than they did." "Oh, of course," said Gabrielle. "Think of what Jacques is bearing without a murmur," said Madeleine. "I'm sure he sets an example to us all." "And as to minding what we eat," said little Charles, "I'm sure I don't mind it a bit.
Do I, mamma ?" "Oh, if you are all going to be against me, I shall say no more," said Gabrielle. "That's right," said my mother.
"Put a brave heart on it, my dear; I know you have it in you." Gabrielle bit her lip, but took out a comb, and began to arrange little Louison's hair.
"Now," she whispered, "I'll make you as smart as the young lady we saw with Madame de Laccassagne;" and in this way she amused herself and the child, talking nonsense with her, and inventing imaginary scenes and people, all in a hushed voice, that my father might not hear. Suddenly, some one at the entrance of our dungeon wishing us "Bon jour," made us start violently and look towards him in alarm. "You need not shrink from me," said La Croissette, advancing among us when he had looked around.
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