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`` I am not alone , madame , I am with her , '' replied Marie ; and thereupon , her vision returning to her , she clasped her hands in ecstasy . `` Last night , you know , I saw her bend her head towards me and smile . I quite understood her , I could hear her voice , although she never opened her lips . When the Blessed Sacrament passes at four o'clock I shall be cured . '' Madame de Jonquiere tried to calm her , feeling rather anxious at the species of somnambulism in which she beheld her . However , the sick girl went on : `` No , no , I am no worse , I am waiting . Only , you must surely see , madame , that there is no need for me to go to the Grotto this morning , since the appointment which she gave me is for four o'clock . ''