Yet she always seemed to feel around her neck this collar, as if she were an animal that was marked in order that she might be recognised if she went astray; it cut into her flesh and stifled her.

When she came to that page on this day, her humility came back to her, she was frightened, and went up to her chamber, sobbing as if unworthy of being loved.

At two other times this little book saved her.

At last it lost its power, and could not help her in checking her rebellious thoughts.
Now, her greatest temptation came to her at night.

Before going to bed, that her sleep might be calm, she imposed upon herself the task of resuming reading the Legends.