“My God, Thou who art my strength, help me. I have now given up to Thee all that I have loved. I have nothing left to offer Thee but my sorrow. Accept it, and protect all my dear ones—the dead who rest and the living who are at work....”
When she rose to help Marie lay her modest table, her face glowed with a serene peace—the peace of those who wait fearlessly for death after having met life bravely.