The Mass and the Missions, Part IV: Margaret Clitherow, the Pearl of York

It must have been a strange, ghostly sight. In the black midnight, thick with an oppressive, sad air, Margaret Clitherow rose from her knees at the tolling of the bell. In silence, she exchanged her woman’s clothes for a shroud that she had sewn with her own hands. Mrs. Yoward, her jailor and sometime companion, carefully observed how the prisoner knelt…