We are ruin’d and undone, my child, said the abbess to _Margarita_,
----we shall be here all night----we shall be plunder’d----we shall be
ravish’d----
----We shall be ravish’d, said _Margarita_, as sure as a gun.
_Sancta Maria!_ cried the abbess (forgetting the _O!_)--why was I
govern’d by this wicked stiff joint? why did I leave the convent of
_Andoüillets?_ 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
_servant_--why was I not content to put it here, or there, any where
rather than be in this strait?
Strait! said the abbess.
Strait----said the novice; for terror had struck their understandings----
the one knew not what she said----the other what she answer’d.
O my virginity! virginity! cried the abbess.
----inity! ----inity! said the novice, sobbing.