The strange Images which presented themselves on every side contributed to confuse her.

She put her hand to her head, as if to settle her disordered imagination.

At length She took it away, and threw her eyes through the dungeon a second time.
They fixed upon the Abbot's face.
'Where am I ?' She said abruptly.

'How came I here?
Where is my Mother?
Methought, I saw her! Oh! a dream, a dreadful dreadful dream told me ......

But where am I?
Let me go! I cannot stay here!' She attempted to rise, but the Monk prevented her.
'Be calm, lovely Antonia!' He replied; 'No danger is near you: Confide in my protection.