“It was an avalanche—that path between the pines?”
“And a great storm after.”
“Blessed be God that I cannot behold that thing this day!... And the woman, Pierre, the woman aloft?”
“She went to watch for someone coming, and as she watched, the avalanche came—and she moves not.”
“Do we know that woman?”
“Who can tell?”
“What was it you whispered soft to yourself, then, Pierre?”
“I whispered no word.”
“There, don’t you hear it, soft and sighin’?... Nathalie!”
“‘Mon Dieu!’ It is not of the world.”