At the same time, a woman of Lamarque, Marianne Garrot, had been relieved in less than ten days, merely by lotions with the water from the grotto, of a white eruption which had covered her whole face, and which for two years had resisted all treatment. Dr. Amadou, of Pontacq, her physician, was satisfied of the fact, and was an incontestable witness of it subsequently before the episcopal commission.[13] At Bordères, near Nay, the widow Marie Lanou-Domengé, eighty years old, had been for three years a sufferer from an incomplete paralysis in the whole left side. She could not take a step without assistance, and was unable to do any work. Dr. Poueymiroo, of Mirepoix, after having ineffectually used some remedies to restore life in the palsied parts, though continuing his visits, had abandoned medical treatment of the case. Hope, however, is with difficulty extinguished in the hearts of the sick. "When shall I get well?" the good woman would say to Dr. Poueymiroo, every time that he came. "You will get well when the good God sees fit," was the invariable reply of the doctor, who was far from suspecting the prophetic nature of his words. "Why should I not believe what he says, and throw myself directly on the divine goodness?" said the old peasant woman one day to herself, when she heard people talking of the fountain of Massabielle. Accordingly, she sent some one to Lourdes to get at the spring itself a little of this healing water. When it was brought to her, she was much excited. "Take me out of bed," said she, "and hold me up." They took her out, and dressed her hurriedly. Both the actors and spectators in this scene were somewhat disturbed. Two persons held her up, placing their hands under her shoulders. A glass of water from the grotto was presented to her. She extended her trembling hand toward the quickening water and dipped her fingers in it. Then she made a great sign of the cross on herself, raised the glass to her lips, and slowly drank the contents, no doubt absorbed in fervent and silent prayer. She became so pale that they thought for the moment that she was going to faint. But while they were exerting themselves to prevent her from falling, she rose with a quick and joyful movement and looked around. Then she cried out with a voice of triumph: "Let me go--quick! I am cured." Those who were holding her withdrew their arms partially and with some hesitation. She immediately freed herself from them, and walked with as much confidence as if she had never been ill. Some one, however, who still had some fear of the result, offered her a stick to lean on. She looked at it with a smile; then took it and contemptuously threw it far away, as a thing which was no longer of use. And from that day, she employed herself as before in hard out-door work. Some visitors, who came to see her and to convince themselves of the fact, asked her to walk in their presence.