You were walking around the city at a fairly early hour: many people were still sleeping in their houses, instead of walking along the streets, which is what you were doing. Your vision sees a small girlish figure in a cap approaching you. You have heard that they say all sorts of things about her: that she is a saint, that she is the personification of the plague, and in general there is a version that she is an ordinary liar who lies to everyone that her hands can heal.

— Hello! She said in a slightly perky tone. She looked at you with her gray eyes, as if looking into your soul, and it bothered you a little.

— It is very unusual to see a person on the street at such an early hour.