You could now only see his back, his poor painful back which swayed and swelled, mottled by the rippling of a shiver.

And when they dipped him his head fell back in a spasm, a sound like the cracking of bones was heard, and breathing hard, he almost stifled.
The chaplain, standing beside the bath, had begun calling with renewed fervour: "Lord, heal our sick! Lord, heal our sick!" M.de Salmon-Roquebert repeated the cry, which the regulations required the hospitallers to raise at each fresh immersion.

Pierre, therefore, had to imitate his companion, and his pitiful feelings at the sight of so much suffering were so intense that he regained some little of his faith.
It was long indeed since he had prayed like this, devoutly wishing that there might be a God in heaven, whose omnipotence could assuage the wretchedness of humanity.

At the end of three or four minutes, however, when with great difficulty they drew M.Sabathier, livid and shivering, out of the bath, the young priest fell into deeper, more despairing sorrow than ever at beholding how downcast, how overwhelmed the sufferer was at having experienced no relief.

Again had he made a futile attempt; for the seventh time the Blessed Virgin had not deigned to listen to his prayers.