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Excerpt from In His Name: A Christmas Story Félicie was the daughter of Jean Waldo. She was the joy of her father´s life, and the joy of the life of Madame Gabrielle, his wife. She was we… Plus…

Excerpt from In His Name: A Christmas Story Félicie was the daughter of Jean Waldo. She was the joy of her father´s life, and the joy of the life of Madame Gabrielle, his wife. She was well named Félicie, for she was happy herself and she made everybody happy. She was a sunbeam in the house, in the workshops, in the court-yard, and among all the neighbors. Her father and mother were waked in the morning by her singing; and many a time, when Jean Waldo was driving a hard bargain with some spinner from the country, the mere sight of his pretty daughter as she crossed the court-yard, and the sound of her voice as she sang a scrap of a hymn or of a crusading song, would turn his attention from his barter, and he would relax his hold on the odd sols and deniers as if he had never clung to them. By the same spells she was the joy of the neighborhood. The beggars loved her, the weavers loved her, she could come and go as she chose even among the fullers and dyers, though they were rough fellows, and there was nothing she could not say or do with their wives and children. When the country spinners came in with their yarn, or the weavers with their webs, they would wait, on one excuse or another, really to get a word with her; and many was the rich farm in the valley to which Felicie went in the summer or autumn to make a long visit as she chose. Felicie was queen of her father´s household and of all around. On one of the last days in December, Felicie was making a pilgrimage, after her own fashion, to the church of St. Thomas of Fourvieres. The hill of Fourvieres is a bold height, rising almost from the heart of the old city of Lyons. And Felicie liked nothing better than a brisk scramble to the top, where, as she said, she might see something. This was her almost daily ´´pilgrimage.´´ She gave it this name in sport, not irreverent. For, as she went, she always passed by old women who were making a pilgrimage, as they do to this hour, to the church of St. Thomas (now the church of ´´Our Lady´´), which was supposed, and is supposed, to have great power in saving from misfortune those who offer their prayers there. Felicie in passing always looked into the little church, and crossed herself with holy water, and fell on her knees at an altar in a little chapel where was a picture of St. Felicie lying on the ground, with a vision of Our Lady above. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works. A Christmas Story (Classic Reprint) Bücher > Fremdsprachige Bücher > Englische Bücher > Kinder- & Jugendbücher Taschenbuch 27.09.2015 Buch (fremdspr.), Forgotten Books, .201<

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A Christmas Story (Classic Reprint) Excerpt from In His Name: A Christmas Story Félicie was the daughter of Jean Waldo. She was the joy of her father's life, and the joy of the life of Ma… Plus…

A Christmas Story (Classic Reprint) Excerpt from In His Name: A Christmas Story Félicie was the daughter of Jean Waldo. She was the joy of her father's life, and the joy of the life of Madame Gabrielle, his wife. She was well named Félicie, for she was happy herself and she made everybody happy. She was a sunbeam in the house, in the workshops, in the court-yard, and among all the neighbors. Her father and mother were waked in the morning by her singing; and many a time, when Jean Waldo was driving a hard bargain with some spinner from the country, the mere sight of his pretty daughter as she crossed the court-yard, and the sound of her voice as she sang a scrap of a hymn or of a crusading song, would turn his attention from his barter, and he would relax his hold on the odd sols and deniers as if he had never clung to them. By the same spells she was the joy of the neighborhood. The beggars loved her, the weavers loved her, she could come and go as she chose even among the fullers and dyers, though they were rough fellows, and there was nothing she could not say or do with their wives and children. When the country spinners came in with their yarn, or the weavers with their webs, they would wait, on one excuse or another, really to get a word with her; and many was the rich farm in the valley to which Felicie went in the summer or autumn to make a long visit as she chose. Felicie was queen of her father's household and of all around. On one of the last days in December, Felicie was making a pilgrimage, after her own fashion, to the church of St. Thomas of Fourvieres. The hill of Fourvieres is a bold height, rising almost from the heart of the old city of Lyons. And Felicie liked nothing better than a brisk scramble to the top, where, as she said, she might see something. This was her almost daily "pilgrimage." She gave it this name in sport, not irreverent. For, as she went, she always passed by old women who were making a pilgrimage, as they do to this hour, to the church of St. Thomas (now the church of "Our Lady"), which was supposed, and is supposed, to have great power in saving from misfortune those who offer their prayers there. Felicie in passing always looked into the little church, and crossed herself with holy water, and fell on her knees at an altar in a little chapel where was a picture of St. Felicie lying on the ground, with a vision of Our Lady above. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works. Bücher / Fremdsprachige Bücher / Englische Bücher / Kinder- & Jugendbücher 978-1-330-34310-4, Forgotten Books<

ISBN: 9781330343104

Excerpt from In His Name: A Christmas Story Félicie was the daughter of Jean Waldo. She was the joy of her father´s life, and the joy of the life of Madame Gabrielle, his wife. She was we… Plus…

Excerpt from In His Name: A Christmas Story Félicie was the daughter of Jean Waldo. She was the joy of her father´s life, and the joy of the life of Madame Gabrielle, his wife. She was well named Félicie, for she was happy herself and she made everybody happy. She was a sunbeam in the house, in the workshops, in the court-yard, and among all the neighbors. Her father and mother were waked in the morning by her singing; and many a time, when Jean Waldo was driving a hard bargain with some spinner from the country, the mere sight of his pretty daughter as she crossed the court-yard, and the sound of her voice as she sang a scrap of a hymn or of a crusading song, would turn his attention from his barter, and he would relax his hold on the odd sols and deniers as if he had never clung to them. By the same spells she was the joy of the neighborhood. The beggars loved her, the weavers loved her, she could come and go as she chose even among the fullers and dyers, though they were rough fellows, and there was nothing she could not say or do with their wives and children. When the country spinners came in with their yarn, or the weavers with their webs, they would wait, on one excuse or another, really to get a word with her; and many was the rich farm in the valley to which Felicie went in the summer or autumn to make a long visit as she chose. Felicie was queen of her father´s household and of all around. On one of the last days in December, Felicie was making a pilgrimage, after her own fashion, to the church of St. Thomas of Fourvieres. The hill of Fourvieres is a bold height, rising almost from the heart of the old city of Lyons. And Felicie liked nothing better than a brisk scramble to the top, where, as she said, she might see something. This was her almost daily ´´pilgrimage.´´ She gave it this name in sport, not irreverent. For, as she went, she always passed by old women who were making a pilgrimage, as they do to this hour, to the church of St. Thomas (now the church of ´´Our Lady´´), which was supposed, and is supposed, to have great power in saving from misfortune those who offer their prayers there. Felicie in passing always looked into the little church, and crossed herself with holy water, and fell on her knees at an altar in a little chapel where was a picture of St. Felicie lying on the ground, with a vision of Our Lady above. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works. A Christmas Story (Classic Reprint) Buch (fremdspr.) Bücher>Fremdsprachige Bücher>Englische Bücher>Kinder- & Jugendbücher, Forgotten Books<

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[ED: Taschenbuch], [PU: Forgotten Books], Excerpt from In His Name: A Christmas Story Félicie was the daughter of Jean Waldo. She was the joy of her father's life, and the joy of the life of Madame Gabrielle, his wife. She was well named Félicie, for she was happy herself and she made everybody happy. She was a sunbeam in the house, in the workshops, in the court-yard, and among all the neighbors. Her father and mother were waked in the morning by her singing and many a time, when Jean Waldo was driving a hard bargain with some spinner from the country, the mere sight of his pretty daughter as she crossed the court-yard, and the sound of her voice as she sang a scrap of a hymn or of a crusading song, would turn his attention from his barter, and he would relax his hold on the odd sols and deniers as if he had never clung to them. By the same spells she was the joy of the neighborhood. The beggars loved her, the weavers loved her, she could come and go as she chose even among the fullers and dyers, though they were rough fellows, and there was nothing she could not say or do with their wives and children. When the country spinners came in with their yarn, or the weavers with their webs, they would wait, on one excuse or another, really to get a word with her and many was the rich farm in the valley to which Felicie went in the summer or autumn to make a long visit as she chose. Felicie was queen of her father's household and of all around. On one of the last days in December, Felicie was making a pilgrimage, after her own fashion, to the church of St. Thomas of Fourvieres. The hill of Fourvieres is a bold height, rising almost from the heart of the old city of Lyons. And Felicie liked nothing better than a brisk scramble to the top, where, as she said, she might see something. This was her almost daily "pilgrimage." She gave it this name in sport, not irreverent. For, as she went, she always passed by old women who were making a pilgrimage, as they do to this hour, to the church of St. Thomas (now the church of "Our Lady"), which was supposed, and is supposed, to have great power in saving from misfortune those who offer their prayers there. Felicie in passing always looked into the little church, and crossed herself with holy water, and fell on her knees at an altar in a little chapel where was a picture of St. Felicie lying on the ground, with a vision of Our Lady above. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works. Versandfertig in 3-5 Tagen, [SC: 0.00], Neuware, gewerbliches Angebot<

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[ED: Taschenbuch], [PU: Forgotten Books], Excerpt from In His Name: A Christmas Story Félicie was the daughter of Jean Waldo. She was the joy of her father's life, and the joy of the life of Madame Gabrielle, his wife. She was well named Félicie, for she was happy herself and she made everybody happy. She was a sunbeam in the house, in the workshops, in the court-yard, and among all the neighbors. Her father and mother were waked in the morning by her singing and many a time, when Jean Waldo was driving a hard bargain with some spinner from the country, the mere sight of his pretty daughter as she crossed the court-yard, and the sound of her voice as she sang a scrap of a hymn or of a crusading song, would turn his attention from his barter, and he would relax his hold on the odd sols and deniers as if he had never clung to them. By the same spells she was the joy of the neighborhood. The beggars loved her, the weavers loved her, she could come and go as she chose even among the fullers and dyers, though they were rough fellows, and there was nothing she could not say or do with their wives and children. When the country spinners came in with their yarn, or the weavers with their webs, they would wait, on one excuse or another, really to get a word with her and many was the rich farm in the valley to which Felicie went in the summer or autumn to make a long visit as she chose. Felicie was queen of her father's household and of all around. On one of the last days in December, Felicie was making a pilgrimage, after her own fashion, to the church of St. Thomas of Fourvieres. The hill of Fourvieres is a bold height, rising almost from the heart of the old city of Lyons. And Felicie liked nothing better than a brisk scramble to the top, where, as she said, she might see something. This was her almost daily "pilgrimage." She gave it this name in sport, not irreverent. For, as she went, she always passed by old women who were making a pilgrimage, as they do to this hour, to the church of St. Thomas (now the church of "Our Lady"), which was supposed, and is supposed, to have great power in saving from misfortune those who offer their prayers there. Felicie in passing always looked into the little church, and crossed herself with holy water, and fell on her knees at an altar in a little chapel where was a picture of St. Felicie lying on the ground, with a vision of Our Lady above. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.Versandfertig in 3-5 Tagen, [SC: 0.00]<