But he had gone away, and the twilight of the desert lay over the stream.
The same night Mary sat in her room at Nazareth, and sewed.

She kept looking out of the window, for she would not go to bed till Jesus returned.

When he had gone out of the door two days ago, he had turned to her again, looked at her, and said: "Mother, I go to my Father." She thought he was going to the cemetery to pray at Joseph's tomb, as he often did.

For in the city of the dead solitude may be found.

When he returned neither on the first day nor on the second, she began to feel anxious.