He waited awhile for an answer; but since it did not come, he bowed his head till he almost touched Krysia’s feet, and evident emotion mastered him more and more, for his voice trembled, as if breath were failing his breast,—
“Into your hands I give my happiness and life. I expect mercy, for my burden is great.”
“Let us pray for God’s mercy!” exclaimed Krysia, suddenly, dropping on her knees.
Ketling did not understand her; but he did not dare to oppose that intention, therefore he knelt near her in hope and fear. They began to pray again. From moment to moment their voices were audible in the empty church, and the echo gave forth wonderful and complaining sounds.
“God be merciful!” said Krysia.
“God be merciful!” repeated Ketling.
“Have mercy on us!”
“Have mercy on us!”
She prayed
