She raised it and pressed it to her.
Catherine's limbs would not do her bidding.

She would fain have risen in a hospitable bustle, but she seemed to be held motionless.

Not by fear, but by an exquisite and happy awe.

She remembered afterwards that from the Maid's rough clothes had come a faint savour of wood-smoke, as from one who has been tending a bonfire in the autumn stubble.
"God be with you, lady, and with the good knight, your husband.

Remember my word to you, that every wife is like Mary the Blessed and may bear a saviour of mankind.