After that she must lie hidden for fear of the vengeance of Morella; but I shall know where to put my hand upon her if she is wanted.

You will all of you be brought before the queen to-morrow, and then I, who shall be there, will produce the writings." Scarcely were the words out of his mouth when the governor appeared, and with him the tailor and Inez, who curtseyed and glanced at Margaret out of the corners of her soft eyes, looking at them all as though with curiosity, like one who had never seen or heard of them before.
When the dresses had been produced, Margaret asked whether she might be allowed to try them on with the woman in her own chamber, as she had not been measured for them.
The governor answered that as both the sempstress and the robes had been searched, there was no objection, so the two of them retired--Inez, with her arms full of garments.
"Tell me all about it," whispered Margaret as soon as the door was closed.

"I die to hear your story." So, while she fitted the clothes, since in that place they could never be sure but that they were watched through some secret loophole, Inez, with her mouth full of aloe thorns, which those of the trade used as pins, told her everything down to the time of her escape from Granada.
When she came to that part of the tale where the false bride had lifted her veil and kissed the bridegroom, Margaret gasped in her amaze.
"Oh! how could she do it ?" she said, "I should have fainted first." "She has a good courage, that Betty--turn to the light, please, Senora--I could not have acted better myself--I think it is a little high on the left shoulder.

He never guessed a thing, the besotted fool, and that was before I gave him the wine, for he wasn't likely to guess much afterwards.

Did the senora say it was tight under the arm?
Well, perhaps a little, but this stuff stretches.