I do God's will and rejoice in it.

But I am very lonely." For a little there was silence, an ecstatic silence.

Something hard within Catherine melted and she felt a gush of pity.

No longer self-pity, but compassion for another.

Her heart grew suddenly warm.
It was as if a window had been opened in a close room to let in air and landscape.
"I must rest, for there is much ado to-morrow.