September 19, 1846 La Salette, French Alps
“𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘹 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘚𝘰𝘯’𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘚𝘰𝘯’𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘚𝘰𝘯’𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦.
“𝘐𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘦𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘥. 𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘚𝘰𝘯’𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘰𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵."
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She then asked the children, “𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯?” “𝘕𝘰, 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭,” they mumbled. “𝘈𝘩, 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯, 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯 𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘍𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘏𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘺. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯, 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.”
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