"And may He restore you to His Church," responded she, out of the fulness of her heart. The next moment she feared lest this answer to his blessing might be irreverent, wrong--might hurt him as coming from his daughter, and she threw her arms round his neck. He held her to him for a minute or two. She heard him murmur to himself, "The martyrs and confessors had even more pain to bear--I will not shrink."

'And may He restore you to His Church,' responded she. The next moment she feared lest this answer might hurt him, and she threw her arms round his neck. He held her for a minute. She heard him murmur to himself, 'The martyrs and confessors had more pain to bear - I will not shrink.'
