And you, my friend, forsook me.

When I saw that it was another who was taking me to the piscinas, I began to feel a chill.

Yes, that chill of doubt which I often felt in Paris.

And that is at least certain, I doubted--perhaps, indeed, that is why she did not cure me.

I cannot have prayed well enough, I am not pious enough, no doubt." She was no longer blaspheming, but seeking for excuses to explain the non-intervention of Heaven.