The Blessed Mother wouldn't desert her; she felt sure of that. One had to have faith, such as she had. Mon Dieu, hadn't she made an offering a week at mass ever since Antoine was sent to prison? What further assurance could she have…? But… still… still there was Uncle Gaston… if he ever found her… God, if he ever found her… She shuddered silently and rolled to her side to try and sleep as best she could… knowing all the while that it was just a question of time until he did… just a question of time…