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.

'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!'
