Scraps of her catechism recurred to her remembrance.

Ah, if one only knew for certain, but, alas, one was sure of nothing; nobody ever brought back any information, and then, truly, it would be stupid to bother oneself about things if the priests were talking foolishness all the time.
Nevertheless, she religiously kissed her medal, which was still warm from contact with her skin, as though by way of charm against death, the idea of which filled her with icy horror.

Muffat was obliged to accompany her into the dressing room, for she shook at the idea of being alone there for one moment, even though she had left the door open.

When he had lain down again she still roamed about the room, visiting its several corners and starting and shivering at the slightest noise.

A mirror stopped her, and as of old she lapsed into obvious contemplation of her nakedness.