" Is she feeling the same as I?" And looking round, he met her eyes, and from their expression he concluded that she was understanding it just as he was.
But this was a mistake; she almost completely missed the meaning of the words of the service; she had not heard them, in fact.
She could not listen to them and take them in, so strong was the one feeling that filled her breast and grew stronger and stronger.
That feeling was joy at the completion of the process that for the last month and a half had been going on in her soul, and had during those six weeks been a joy and a torture to her.