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And lo, I am with you always." Mora could not but know that she had come forth into her world bringing the glad tidings of love requited, of comfort, and of home.
By virtue of this promise the feet of the risen Christ would move beside her "all the days." It seemed to her, that if she went back now into her Convent cell, she would nail those blessed feet to the wood again.

In slaying this new life within herself, she would lose forever the sense of living companionship, retaining only the religion of the Crucifix.