no attention to the things that passed about her. It seemed to her that angels from heaven lifted up her body and carried her into regions far, far above,—into the land of eternal bliss, where there were neither clerks nor judges, nor proscription lists, but only a radiant glare of the rising sun, and within this the very throne of God himself, surrounded by a light of ineffable splendor and legions of beautiful angels with white wings.
Thus the Rzepowa remained for a long time, and when she arose the service was at an end, the church had emptied its crowds of people, and clouds of incense were yet hanging about the vaults. In passing out, the last church-goers would yet dip their fingers in the holy-water basin. The aged deacon began to put out the candles.
The Rzepowa walked over to the parsonage and inquired for the vicar. He was sitting at
