CHAPTER XXIII
THE WOMAN WHO DID NOT TELL
"Oh, M'sieu', I am afraid."
"Afraid of what, Margot?"
"Of the last moment, M'sieu' le Cure."
"There will be no last moment to your mind—you will not know it when it comes, Margot."
The woman trembled. "I am not sorry to die. But I am afraid; it is so lonely, M'sieu' le Cure."
"God is with us, Margot."
"When we are born we do not know. It is on the shoulders of others.
When we die we know, and we have to answer."
"Is the answering so hard, Margot?"