A song was being sung, and she could hear the words.

How cruel it was that other people should have so much of light-hearted joy in the world, but that for her everything should have been so terribly sad! The wind, as it met her, seemed to penetrate to her bones.

She was very cold! But it was useless to regard that.

There was no place on the face of the earth that would ever be warm for her.
As she passed along the causeway leading to the bridge, a sound with which she was very familiar met her ears.

They were singing vespers under the shadow of one of the great statues which are placed one over each arch of the bridge.