“That the devil must put his tongue in his cheek when the good people go to church,” said Marpasse.
Grimbald got up, and went and stood in front of Marpasse. They looked each other in the eyes like two sturdy souls sure of hearing the truth.
“Do you see her in eternal flames, sister?” asked the man.
“On my oath, I do not. The child had good in her, when people did not thrust thorns into her face.”
Grimbald nodded his head solemnly.
“I would have the flaying of all hypocrites,” he said, “as for such lives, I would mend them in heaven.”
“You will put up a prayer, Father. I have money.”
Grimbald almost glowered at her.
“Will my tongue do any better for the stuff! Help me to pull the child away. We can find her a clean grave somewhere. As for my prayers, God knows the ways of the world.”
Marpasse had an impetuous heart. She took Grimbald by the girdle.