"She has. They rescued her."
"Praised be Jesus Christ!"
But whilst she spoke these words her face assumed a deathly pallor, because all her hopes crumbled into dust.
However, her strength did not forsake her, neither did she lose consciousness. After a moment she mastered herself entirely and enquired again:
"When will she be here?"
"Within a few days! She is sick and the road is very bad."
"Is she sick?"
"Martyred. Her reason is confused with her tortures."
"Merciful Jesus!"
Silence reigned for a moment. Jagienka's lips became pale and they moved as though in prayer.