Nobody seemed to know Marguerite.

Every day a train was arriving with a new load of bleeding flesh, but her brother was not among the wounded.

A Sister of Charity, believing that he was in search of someone of his family, took pity on him and gave him some helpful directions.

He ought to go to Lourdes; there were many of the wounded there and many of the military nurses.

So Desnoyers immediately took the short cut between Pau and Lourdes.
He had never visited the sacred city whose name was so frequently on his mother's lips.