Her mother read her a chapter of the Gospel according to St.Matthew, and then left her; she lay there, sick with crying, her eyes stiff and red, wondering how she would ever get through the weeks and weeks of life that remained to her.

She thought: "I'll never love any one again.

Mary took my Friend away--and then she wasn't there herself.

There isn't anybody." Then it suddenly occurred to her that she need never be put through the agony of her denials again, that she could believe what she liked, make up stories.
Her Friend would, of course, never come to see her any more, but at least now she would be able to think about him.

She would be allowed to remember.