for the saint whose name he bore.
"At nine years of age the child began to pray; prayer is her life.

You saw her in the church at Christmas, the only day on which she comes there; she is separated from the other worshippers by a visible space.
If that space does not exist between herself and men she suffers.

That is why she passes nearly all her time alone in the chateau.

The events of her life are unknown; she is seldom seen; her days are spent in the state of mystical contemplation which was, so Catholic writers tell us, habitual with the early Christian solitaries, in whom the oral tradition of Christ's own words still remained.

Her mind, her soul, her body, all within her is virgin as the snow on those mountains.