Their little illnesses, their sorrows, their little pleasures absorbed the whole sensibility of this human soul, which had never, in the whole of her life, adored anyone save God, while she was at the Sacred Heart in Besancon.
Leurs petites maladies, leurs douleurs, leurs petites joies, occupaient toute la sensibilité de cette âme qui, de la vie, n’avait adoré que Dieu, quand elle était au Sacré-Cœur de Besançon.