I spent three days there.

Ay, Gabriel, my son, what things I have seen, what hells there are for poor women! and we call ourselves Christians, but I think we are fiends! Mercifully I had friends at court--some old bell-ringers who had been in the Cathedral and who remembered the gardener's widow.

I wanted everything, even money, to get this unhappy girl out of the devil's clutches." The upper cloister was quite deserted.

On arriving at the door of the Lunas the girl seemed to wake up, and drew quickly back with a look of terror, as though inside the "habitation" some great danger was awaiting her.
"Go in, woman, go in," said the aunt; "it is your home.

You had to come back some time or other." And she pushed her till she was through the door.