Ferrand, quite surprised, went and
examined the sore, which, although still far from healed, was already
paler in colour and slightly desiccated, displaying all the symptoms of
gradual cure. And the case seemed to him so curious, that he resolved to
make some notes upon it for one of his old masters at the medical
college, who was studying the nervous origin of certain skin diseases due
to faulty nutrition.
"Have you felt any pricking sensation?" he asked.
"Not at all, monsieur," she replied. "I bathe my face and tell my beads
with my whole soul, and that is all."
La Grivotte, who was vain and jealous, and ever since the day before had
been going in triumph among the crowds, thereupon called to the doctor.
"I say, monsieur, I am cured, cured, cured completely!"
He waved his hand to her in a friendly way, but refused to examine her.
"I know, my girl. There is nothing more the matter with you."
Just then Sister Hyacinthe called to him. She had put her sewing down on
seeing Madame Vetu raise herself in a frightful fit of nausea.
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