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 _Andoillets?_ 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.
'We are ruined and undone, my child,' said the abbess to Margarita; 'we shall be here all night - we shall be plundered and ravished-'
'We shall be ravished,' said Margarita, 'as sure as a gun.'
'Sancta Maria!' cried the abbess, 'why was I governed by this knee? why did I leave the convent? why didst thou not let thy servant die unpolluted?'
'O!' cried the novice, 'I would rather be anywhere than in this strait!'
'O my virginity! virginity!' cried the abbess.
'-inity! -inity!' said the novice, sobbing.
Book 7 - Chapter 23