“As sure as I live in hope of meeting the martyr who rests here, again in Heaven!”
“Mary.”
“Leave go of my hand!”
“Will you do me a service, Mary?”
“Willingly, Antinous—but pray do not touch me.”
“Take this money and buy the loveliest wreath that is to be had here. Hang it on this tomb, and say as you do so—call out—, From Antinous to Selene.’”
The deformed girl took the money he gave her and said:
“She often prayed for you.”
“To her God?”
“To our Redeemer, that he might give you also joy. She died for Christ Jesus; now she is with him, and he will grant her prayers.”