"Is there not enough written for you in Latin, that you must be wasting your time and perverting your senses with such poor illiterate gibberish as this?
And what is it that you have there ?" He took the book.

"Panormitano!" he roared.

"Now, there's a fitting author for a saint in embryo! There's a fine preparation for the cloister!" He turned to Giuliana.

He put forward his hand and touched her bare shoulder with his hideous forefinger.

She cringed under the touch as if it were barbed.
"There is not the need that you should render yourself his preceptress," he said, with his deadly smile.
"I do not," she replied indignantly.