Meanwhile he will try to profess you a nun, but push him off with soft words.

Say that you will think of it after your child is born.

Till then he can do nothing, and, if Mother Matilda's fresh tidings are true, by that time perchance there will be no more nuns in England." Now very quietly and by the side door they were entering the old reception-hall, that was only used for the entertainment of visitors and on other great occasions, and close to them saw the Abbot seated in his chair, while the Prioress stood before him, rendering her accounts.
"Whether you can spare it or no," they heard him say sharply, "I must have the half-year's rent.

The times are evil; we servants of the Lord are threatened by that adulterous king and his proud ministers, who swear they will strip us to the shirt and turn us out to starve.

I'm but just from London, and, although our enemy Anne Boleyn has lost her wanton head, I tell you the danger is great.