Thither must you now be conveyed.

Food shall be supplied you, but not sufficient for the indulgence of appetite: You shall have just enough to keep together body and soul, and its quality shall be the simplest and coarsest.

Weep, Daughter, weep, and moisten your bread with your tears: God knows that you have ample cause for sorrow! Chained down in one of these secret dungeons, shut out from the world and light for ever, with no comfort but religion, no society but repentance, thus must you groan away the remainder of your days.
Such are St.Clare's orders; Submit to them without repining.

Follow me!' Thunderstruck at this barbarous decree, my little remaining strength abandoned me.

I answered only by falling at her feet, and bathing them with tears.