And they had to seat him in his corner again, with his back resting against the woodwork.

He remained there erect, his torso stiffened, and his head wagging slightly at each successive jolt.

Thus the train continued carrying him along, with the same thundering noise of wheels, while the engine, well pleased, no doubt, to be reaching its destination, began whistling shrilly, giving vent to quite a flourish of delirious joy as it sped through the calm night.
And then came the last and seemingly endless half-hour of the journey, in company with that wretched corpse.

Two big tears had rolled down Sister Hyacinthe's cheeks, and with her hands joined she had begun to pray.

The whole carriage shuddered with terror at sight of that terrible companion who was being taken, too late alas! to the Blessed Virgin.
Hope, however, proved stronger than sorrow or pain, and although all the sufferings there assembled awoke and grew again, irritated by overwhelming weariness, a song of joy nevertheless proclaimed the sufferers' triumphal entry into the Land of Miracles.