And if I then am chosen to be an example of pure faith, that denies not, and makes profession--well, then, envy me not this preeminence.

'Many are called, but few are chosen.' If I am one of the chosen, I thank God for it, and bless the erring mortals who wish to make me such by means of the torture of the rack.

Ah, believe me, Catharine, I rejoice to die, for it is such a sad, desolate, and desperate thing to live.

Let me die, Catharine--die, to enter into blessedness!" "But, poor, pitiable child! this is more than death; it is the torture of earth that threatens you.

Oh, bethink you, Anne, that you are only a feeble woman.