She had heard how He had come down from the mountains with His disciples, and thought she would go through the ravine.

Now she stood before Him.
Her face, grown thin with grief, was in the shade, since to protect herself from the sun she had thrown her long upper garment over her head.

A tress of her dark hair fell over one cheek; she pushed it back with one finger, but it always fell down again.

She looked shyly at her son, who was resting on a stone.

She hesitated to speak to Him.
She advanced a step nearer, and as if nothing had ever separated them, said; "Your house is quite near, my child.