I shouted to my shipmates to get up and make ready, and at dawn, when we started afresh on our journey, there may have been dark clouds over our heads but the sun was shining inside of us.
M.C.
[END OF MARTIN CONRAD'S MEMORANDUM]
EIGHTY-FOURTH CHAPTER
Sister Mildred was right. Our Blessed Lady must have interceded for me, because help came immediately.
I awoke on St. Stephen's morning with that thrilling emotion which every mother knows to be the first real and certain consciousness of motherhood.
It is not for me to describe the physical effects of that great change. But the spiritual effect is another matter. It was like that of a miracle. God in his great mercy, looking down on me in my sorrow, had sent one of His ministering angels to comfort me.
It seemed to say:
"Don't be afraid. He who went away is not lost to you. Something of himself is about to return."