Then a great moan of relief; and a profound silence as the _miracule_ kneeled again beside the litter which had borne him.

Then again the canopy moved on; and the passionate voice cried, followed in an instant by the roar of response: "_Hosanna to the son of David._" * * * * * * * It was half-way round, at the foot of the church steps, that the German girl was laid; and as the prelates drew near Monsignor looked rapidly to this side and that to identify her.
Ah! there she lay, still with closed patient eyes and colourless face, in the outer circle facing inwards towards the pulpit.

A doctor knelt on either side of her--one of them the young man who had announced her coming into the hall this morning, with a rosary between his fingers.

It was known to the crowd generally, Monsignor had learnt, that her case was exceptional; but it had been kept from them as to where she would lie, for fear that the excitement might be too much concentrated.
He looked at her again, intently and carefully--at that waxen, fallen face, her helpless hands clasped across her breast with a string of beads interwoven within them; and even as he looked distrust once more surged within him, It was impossible, he told himself--in spite of what he had seen that day in spite of that score of leaping figures and the infectious roar that more than twenty times in that short journey had set his pulses a-beat.

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