"It is not for me to forgive, Therese, whom you have never offended.
God has forgiven, I trust, your young years of sin. You will atone
(will you not?) by the purity of your life--by watching over others,
lest they suffer as you have done. You will guard the minds of my young
daughters: will you not? You will thank God through my Genifrede, my
Aimee?"
"I will, I will," she eagerly cried, lifting up her face, bright through
her tears. "Indeed my heart will be pure--longs to be pure."
"I know it, Therese," said Toussaint. "I have always believed it, and I
now know it."