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Poor, dear Marguerite, I wish I were a holy woht

recommend you to God

Then I dressed her as she had asked me to do I went to find a priest at

Saint Roch, I burned two candles for her, and I prayed in the church for

an hour

I gave the ion, but I think that God will know that

sincere, and

that he will have pity on her who, dying young and beautiful, has only

had me to close her eyes and put her in her shroud

February 22

The burial took place to-day Many of Marguerite's friends came to the