It was as if her soul, resting after long flight, had contemplated for the first time the silver and fine gold of her wings.
It was the facility of the revelation that had first caused her to suspect it.

And she had thrown ashes on the flame, and set a watch upon her soul, lest she should mistake an earthly for a heavenly content.

She could not bear to think that she was cheated, that her pulses counted in her sense of exaltation and beatitude.

She desired, purely, the utmost purity in that divine communion, so as to be sure that it was divine.
Now, having suffered, she was completely sure.

Her wound was the seal God set upon her soul.