In the hour of her extremity the vision of Catherine was narrowed to a dreadful antagonism of light and darkness--God and Antichrist--the narrow way of salvation and a lost world.

She was obsessed by the peril of her darling.

Her last act must be to pluck him from his temptress.

Her mood was fanned by the monks who surrounded her, narrow men whose honesty made them potent.
The wan face on the bed moved Philip deeply.

Tenderness filled his heart, and a great sense of alienation, for the dying woman spoke a tongue he had forgotten.