Her head drooped, she hid her face in her hands, and thus she knelt as one absorbed in an intensity of prayer.

Even as this happened, the peculiar glory of the sunlight seemed to change.

It shone still, but without such wonderful glow, and our horses at the same time ceased their trembling and their rigid stillness of pose.

They shook their heads and jingled their bits, as though striving to throw off some terrifying impression.
"Let us withdraw from her sight," whispered Bertrand touching my arm, and very willingly I acceded to this suggestion, and we silently pressed into the shadow of some great oaks, which stood hard by, the trunks of which hid us well from view.

It seemed almost like a species of sacrilege to stand there watching the Maid at her prayers, and yet I vow, that until the bell ceased we had no more power to move than our horses.