That is to be irreligious,' and then he made the cross on his breast, as if I had put a bad thought into his heart.

We are afraid all day, and we sit whispering all night about our fears; that is the state we are in.

The Lord sends us nothing but misfortunes, Antonia." "My darling, tell the Lord your sorrow, then, but do not repine to Rachela or Fray Ignatius.

That is to complain to the merciless of the All-Merciful." "Do you think I am wicked, Antonia?
What excuse could I offer to His Divine Majesty, if I spoke evil to him of Rachela and Fray Ignatius ?" "Neither of them are our friends; do you think so ?" "Fray Ignatius looks like a goblin; he gives me a shiver when he looks at me; and as for Rachela--I already hate her!" "Do not trust her.

You need not hate her, Isabel." "Antonia, I know that I shall eternally hate her; for I am sure that our angels are at variance." In conversations like these the anxious girls passed the long, and often very cold, nights.