If in ten minutes more no help came to her from figurative forces, if things around her did not rouse up and sustain her, she would certainly succumb and go to her ruin.

"My God! My God! Why have You abandoned me ?" Still kneeling on her bed, slight and delicate, it seemed to her as if she were dying.
Each time, until now, at the moment of her greatest distress she had been sustained by a certain freshness.

It was the Eternal Grace which had pity upon her, and restored her illusions.

She jumped out on to the floor with her bare feet, and ran eagerly to the window.

Then at last she heard the voices rising again; invisible wings brushed against her hair, the people of the "Golden Legend" came out from the trees and the stones, and crowded around her.