“At last, on July 27, the hour they had both hoped for and dreaded arrived. The sails extended, one after the other, as the wind swelled them. The land grew dim to the little group at the rail, until first Port Francis disappeared, and then the last bit of land faded.
“Sister Theodore, learning against the cordage, watched the shore of her country flying away from her until it was only a line on the far horizon. She stood there thinking of all she was leaving — her convent home, her sisters, Soulaines, her own sister Marie. Then she turned and saw her sisters in tears, for their thoughts were like her own. She forgot her own grief in comforting them. (page 57)
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