Leaving the kitchen, she went up to her bedroom.
Opening the window, she sat down on the side of the bed and looked round.

She figured Valmond in her mind as he stood in this place and that, his voice, his words to her, the look in his face, the clasp of his hand.
All at once she sprang up, fell on her knees before the little shrine of the Virgin, and burst into tears.

Her rich hair, breaking loose, flowed round her-the picture of a Magdalen; but it was, in truth, a pure girl with a true heart.

At last she calmed herself and began to pray: "Ah, dear Mother of God, thou who dost speak for the sorrowful before thy Son and the Father, be merciful to me and hear me.

I am but a poor girl, and my life is no matter.