Bernard Capes, Our Lady of Darkness
“ Not all scapegoats could so triumph physically through long traditions and experiences of suffering. These Cagots—they might have come from the loins of the wandering Jew. He walked back to Théroigne, his heart even a little less than before inclined to her. She held away from him somewhat, as if he were contaminated. “A fraternity, extending the hand of brotherhood,” he said—repeating some words of hers uttered before the Cagot had intervened—“to whom was mademoiselle about to say? to all, without exception?” ”
