Indeed, he was himself afraid of giving in to the sudden madness of this woman clinging to his body in her dread of the Invisible.

Such dread is contagious, and he reasoned with her.
Her conduct was perfect--she had only to conduct herself well in order one day to merit pardon.

But she shook her head.

Doubtless she was doing no one any harm; nay, she was even in the constant habit of wearing a medal of the Virgin, which she showed to him as it hung by a red thread between her breasts.

Only it had been foreordained that all unmarried women who held conversation with men would go to hell.