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Chapter 4 We are ruind and undone, my child, said the abbess to Margarita,we shall be here all nightwe shall be plunderdwe shall be ravished We shall be ravishd, said Margarita, as sure as a gun. Sancta Maria! cried the abbess (forgetting the O!)why was I governd by this wicked stiff joint? why did I leave the convent of Andouillets? and why didst thou not suffer thy servant to go unpolluted to her tomb? O my finger! my finger! cried the novice, catching fire at the word servantwhy was I not content to put it here, or there, any where rather than be in this strait? Strait! said the abbess. Straitsaid the novice; for terror had struck their understandingsthe one knew not what she saidthe other what she answerd. O my virginity! virginity! cried the abbess. ...inity! ...inity! said the novice, sobbing. |
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