hat they walked very slowly,
and stopped and looked back often, in hopes of seeing our Lord, or at
least Magdalen.

In the mean time Magdalen reached the Cenaculum. She was so excited
as to appear like a person beside herself, and knocked hastily at the
door. Some of the disciples were still sleeping, and those who were
risen were conversing together. Peter and John opened the door, but she
only exclaimed, without entering the house, 'They have taken away the
body of my Lord, and I know not where they have laid him,' and
immediately returned to the garden. Peter and John went back into the
house, and after saying a few words to the other disciples followed her
as speedily as possible, but John far outstripped Peter. I then saw
Magdalen reenter the garden, and direct her steps towards the
sepulchre; she appeared greatly agitated partly from grief, and partly
from having walked so fast. Her garments were quite moist with dew, and
her veil hanging on one side, while the luxuriant hair in which she had
formerly taken so much pride fell in dishevelled masses over her
shoulders, forming a species of mantle. Being alone, she was afraid of
entering the cave, but stopped for a moment on the outside, and knelt
down in order to see better into the tomb. She was endeavouring to push
back her long hair, which fell over her face and obscured her vision,
when she perceived the two angels who were seated in the tomb, and I
heard one of them address her thus: 'Woman, why weepest thou?' She replied,
in a voice choked with tears (for she was perfectly overwhelmed with
grief at finding that the body of Jesus was really gone), 'Because they
have taken away my Lord, and I know not where they have laid him.' She
said no more, but seeing the empty winding-sheet, went out of the
sepulchre and began to look about in other parts. She felt a secret
presentiment that not only should she find Jesus, but that he was even
then near to her; and the presence of the angels seemed not to disturb
her in the least; she did not appear even to be aware that they were
angels, every faculty was engrossed with the one thought, 'Jesus is not
here! Where is Jesus?' I watched her wandering about like an insane
person, with her hair floating loosely in the wind: her hair appeared
to annoy her much, for she again endeavoured to push it from off her
face, and having divided it into two parts, threw it over her shoulders.

She then raised her head, looked around, and