Alas! I lost count of the days as I lay in the tomb in that dreary Crypt." "Was your--your clothing wet that night ?" I asked.
"Yes.

I had to leave the Crypt, for a great flood was out, and the church was flooded.

I had to seek help--warmth--for I feared I might die.

Oh, I was not, as I have told you, afraid of death.

But I had undertaken a terrible task to which I had pledged myself.