"Again!"
"It is difficult to call a person mother who is not your mother," said Dolores, with a sigh.
"I am your spiritual mother, my dear daughter; your mother in God, as you are, as you will be, my daughter in God; because you will leave us no more, you will renounce the deceitful pleasures of a perverse and corrupt world, you will have here a heavenly foretaste of eternal peace."
"I begin to discover it, madame."
"You will live in prayer, silence, and meditation."
"I have no other desire, madame."
"Well, well, my dear daughter, after all, what will you sacrifice?"
"Oh, nothing, absolutely nothing!"
"I like that response, my dear daughter; really, it is nothing, less than nothing, these wicked and worldly passions which cause us so much sorrow and throw us in the way of perdition."
"Just Heaven! it makes me tremble to think of it, madame."