You have perhaps known many women, but you have never known one like our Josephine.

In her soul is the purity of the blue skies, the sweetness of the wild flowers, the goodness of our Blessed Lady, the Mother of Christ.

You may disbelieve, and what is to come may eat at the core of your heart as it has devoured life and happiness from mine.

But you will love L'Ange--our Josephine--just the same." Even as he felt himself trembling strangely at Jean Croisset's words, Philip replied: "Always, Jean, I swear that." In the open door Josephine had paused for a moment, and was looking back.

Then she disappeared.
"Come," said Jean.