Her heart went out in unspeakable longing toward the poor human wreck before her.

For her there was no morrow possible, no dawn of other and softer skies.

All was over: life was lived, and all its heavenly capabilities missed forever.

Catherine felt her own joy hurt her, and her tears fell fast.
'Mary,' she said, laying her face close beside the chill face on the pillow, 'Mary, I went out: I climbed all the path as far as Shanmoss.
There was nothing evil there.

Oh, I must tell you! Can I make you understand?
I want you to feel that it is only God and love that are real.