The three candles on the bureau made red blurs, and the windows were dimmed by the fog outside.

The nuns carried Madame Aubain from the room.
For two nights, Felicite never left the corpse.

She would repeat the same prayers, sprinkle holy water over the sheets, get up, come back to the bed and contemplate the body.

At the end of the first vigil, she noticed that the face had taken on a yellow tinge, the lips grew blue, the nose grew pinched, the eyes were sunken.

She kissed them several times and would not have been greatly astonished had Virginia opened them; to souls like these the supernatural is always quite simple.