It is not that the girl is unfit for everything, it is that she is not of this world.

The Bishop blessed him and helped him to his feet.
"May God have mercy on you," he said. And erased him from his heart.

Her movements were so stealthy that she seemed to be an invisible creature. Frightened by her strange nature, her mother had hung a cowbell around the girl's wrist so she would not lose track of her in the shadows of the house.

En aquel mundo opresivo en el que nadie era libre, Sierva María lo era: sólo ella y sólo allí.

The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love.

The usual for me." The usual was a strong infusion of different kinds of Oriental teas, which raised her spirits after her siesta.