'I don't believe in contagion,' was her reply.

But there was little doubt as to what ailed her daughter.

She was certainly suffering from leprosy.
We could only advise that the girl be taken to the French post at Santa Maria Bay where there was a doctor.
On our return to the _Casco_ we confessed to each other with what alarm and repugnance we touched the miserable girl.

We talked long that evening of Father Damien, his sublime heroism, and his martyrdom which was already nearing its sad end.

Beyond all noble qualities my husband placed courage.