When she had freed the garments from wrappings and spread them out, she knelt down, and began to touch them, putting her nose down once or twice to sniff the linen and feel its texture.

There were little frills attached here and there, and to these she paid particular attention, ruffling their edges with the palms of her hands, while the holy look came back to her face.

Rising at length, she locked the door, drew down the blind, undressed from head to foot, and put on the new garments.

Letting her hair down, she turned herself luxuriously round and round before the too-small looking-glass.

There was utter satisfaction in each gesture of that whole operation, as if her spirit, long starved, were having a good meal.