What I do here any longer, and to what I am here, I know not, now that
my hopes in this world are accomplished. One thing there was for which
I desired to linger for a while in this life, that I might see thee
a Catholic Christian before I died. My God hath done this for me
more abundantly, that I should now see thee withal, despising
earthly happiness, become His servant: what do I here?"
What answer I made her unto these things, I remember not. For scarce
five days after, or not much more, she fell sick of a fever; and in
that sickness one day she fell into a swoon, and was for a while
withdrawn from these visible things. We hastened round her; but she
was soon brought back to her senses; and looking on me and my
brother standing by her, said to us enquiringly, "Where was I?" And
then looking fixedly on us, with grief amazed: "Here," saith she,
"shall you bury your mother." I held my peace and refrained weeping;
but my brother spake something, wishing for her, as the happier lot,
that she might die, not in a strange place, but in her own land.
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