Mary has explained to me--but ask yourself, I beg of you!--how is _she_ to be helped through her misery, either now or in the future, except by patience and submission to the will of God ?" He had never made so long a speech to this formidable parishioner of his, and his young cheek glowed with the effort.
"You must leave me to do what I think best," said Marcella, coldly.

She felt herself wholly set free from that sort of moral compulsion which his holiness of mind and character had once exerted upon her.

That hateful opinion of his, which Mary had reported, had broken the spell once for all.
Mary did not venture to kiss her friend.

They all went.

Ann Mulling, who was dropping as much with sleep as grief, shuffled off last.