For his sake had she not given up her uncle and her aunt, and St John and St Nicholas--and the very Virgin herself, whose picture she had now removed from the wall beside her bed to a dark drawer?
How could she give up that which was everything she had in the world--the very life of her bosom?
"I will ask him--him himself," she said at last, hoarsely.

"I will ask him, and do as he bids me.

I cannot do anything unless it is as he bids me." "In this matter you must act on your own judgment, Nina." "No, I will not.

I have no judgment.

He must judge for me in everything.