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When I first went to Europe to study as a young priest, I lived in a boardinghouse which belonged to a certain woman, whom we will call Madame Citroff.  I was there about a week when she came to me and told me the tragic story of her family.  After her marriage, her husband left her. A daughter that was born to them became immoral on the streets of Paris.  Then Madame Citroff pulled out of her pocket a small vial of poison.  She said, 'I do not believe in God.  Sometimes the thought comes to me that there is a God, and in case there be one, I curse Him.  So I've decided simply, because life has no meaning and is absurd, to do away with it.  I intend to take this tonight.  Can you do anything for me?' 'Well,' I said, 'I can't if you're going to take that stuff.'  So I asked her to postpone her suicide for nine days.  I think it's the only case on record of a woman postponing her suicide for nine days. Well I never prayed before in my life like I prayed for that woman.  On the ninth day, the good Lord gave her great grace.  Some years later, on the way to Lourdes, I stopped off at a city where I enjoyed the hospitality of the Monsieur and Madame and Madamoiselle Citroff.  And I said to the village cure, 'Are the Citroffs good Catholics?' He replied, 'Oh, it's wonderful when people keep the faith all during their lives.' He did not know the story.