But God would know all, and would surely take some measure of her case.

He could save her if He would, despite every priest in Prague.

More than one passenger had walked by while she was crouching in her niche beneath the statue-- had passed by and had not seen her.

Indeed, the night at present was so dark, that one standing still and looking for her would hardly be able to define her figure.

And yet, dark as it was, she could see something of the movement of the waters beneath her, some shimmer produced by the gliding movement of the stream.