Farther and farther, longer and longer, to the ends of the earth.
We saw many people, many asked for my hand.

Sometimes I heard of him, from men who had seen him lately.

I waited patiently, for I knew that he was on our track, and sometimes I felt that he was near." Beatrice paused.
"It is a strange story," said Sister Paul, who had rarely heard a tale of love.
"The strange thing is this," Beatrice answered.

"That woman--what is her name?
Unorna?
She loves him, and she knows where he is." "Unorna ?" repeated the nun in bewilderment.
"Yes.

She met me after Compline to-night.