Father Meuron's Tale
"I went back behind the table and leaned on it.
"Then Father Lasserre--my God! the courage of this man!--he set his hands on the woman's head. She writhed up her teeth to bite, but he was too strong for her, and then he cried out from the book the second bidding to the unclean spirit.
"'Ecce crucem Domini! Behold the Cross of the Lord! flee ye adverse hosts! The lion of the tribe of Judah hath prevailed!'
"Gentlemen"--the Frenchman flung out his hands--"I who stand here tell you that something happened. God knows what. I only know this, that as the woman cried out and scrambled with her feet on the floor, the flame of the candle became smoke-coloured for one instant. I told myself it was the dust of her struggling and her foul breath... Yes, gentlemen, as you tell yourselves now.... Bah! it is but epilepsy, is it not so, sir?"
The old Rector leaned forward with a deprecating hand, but the Frenchman glared and gesticulated; there was a murmur from the room, an