Had its sacred quality been suspected during the time of Cromwell, not one stone would have been left upon another, but no one knew that it was the Virgin's shrine, therefore it was not disturbed, but stood there, black on a field of luminous white.
We all saw it at the same moment.

I was content to view it from the coach, but George went to examine it, and returned, saying:-- "It is a shrine.

Part of the cross still remains surmounting a fragment of a wall." He climbed into the coach and was about to give the word to start again, when Betty spoke up, hesitatingly, pleadingly but emphatically:-- "Please wait a moment.

I want to see it." I followed Betty when she got out of the coach, and, as we approached the shrine, she exclaimed: "Doctor Lilly was right! There is no snow on the shrine.

The Virgin protects it.