Even for the horrible woman within the sky adorned itself with the exquisite blue and glorious brilliancy.
Uttering a sigh of relief she soon reached the Church of St.Lawrence, which the old sexton was just opening.

She was the first person who entered the stately house of God that morning and knelt in one of the pews to pray.
This had been the right thing for her to do.

Dear Lord! Where was there any maid in greater trouble, yet Heaven had preserved her from the death on a red-hot gridiron which had rendered St.Lawrence, whose name the church bore, a blessed martyr.

Compared with that, even standing in the pillory was not specially grievous.

So she poured out her whole soul to the saint, confessing everything which grieved and oppressed her, until the early mass began.