I ask God always that Le Maitre may not come back to me, so now I know that if" (a gasping sigh retarded for a moment the breath that came and went in her gentle bosom) "if he does come back it will be God's will.

Who am I that I should know best?
Shall I choose to be what you call a 'missionary' to the poor and sick--and refuse God's will?
God can put an end to my marriage if He will; until He does, I will do my duty to my husband: I will till the land that he left idle; I will honour the name he gave me.

I dare not do anything except what is very, very right, because I have appealed to the Court of Heaven.

You asked me just now if I did not want and need friendship; it does not matter at all what I want, and whatever God does not give me you may be sure I do not need." He knew that the peace he dreaded had come back to her.

She had gone back to the memory of her strength.