Her mind had been convinced, her loyalty had been unwavering, her words for the great cause had measured well with her deeds.

But new senses were suddenly born in her, new eyes were given to her mind, new powers for endurance to her soul.

She saw now as the martyrs of Meaux had seen; a passionate faith descended on her as it had descended on them; no longer only patient, she was fain for action.
Tears rained from her eyes.

Her heart burst itself in entreaty and confession.
"Thy light shall be my light, and Thy will my will, O Lord," she cried at the last.

"Teach me Thy way, create a right spirit within me.