Now her turn had come.

Until then she had been resigned, she felt so strong and confident as she awaited the miracle.

But her strength passed away with her faith; she was tormented by her distress like a child; her whole being seemed to be only an open wound.

And a painful struggle commenced in her soul.
At first she called upon her pride to help her; she was too proud to care for him any more.

She tried to deceive herself, she pretended to be free from all care, as she sang while embroidering the Hautecoeur coat of arms, upon which she was at work.