 He'd looked in through the leper's hole and seen her at the altar praying. She didn't kneel, but her head was bowed and her eyes were closed and her hands were clasped together under her chin. He stood there for a long time watching her, holding his breath and wondering what it was that a woman like Sybil Hadley might be praying for at her age. If by any chance it might possibly be the same thing he is.