Adieu, sweet sister." A light shone in her face which did not come from the westering sun.

To Catherine there was no sound of voices, but the Maid seemed to hear and answer.

She raised her hand as if in blessing and passed out.
Catherine sat long in an entranced silence.

Waves of utter longing flowed over her, till she fell on her knees and prayer passionately to her saints, among whom not the least was that grey-tunicked Maid whose eyes seemed doorways into heaven.

Her tirewoman found her asleep on her faldstool.
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