He looked up, his left hand at the cross.
"Look down.

You are afraid of something, Pierre.

What is it ?" "With your arms around my neck, there's nothing in the world I fear.

I never dreamed I could love anything more than the little girl who lay in the snow, and died there that night." "And I never dreamed I could smile at any man except the boy who lay by me that night.

And he died." "What miracle saved you ?" She said: "It was wonderful, and yet very simple.