In her right hand She held a small Book: A lively expression of pleasure beamed upon her countenance; But still it was mingled with a wild imperious majesty which inspired the Monk with awe, and represt in some measure his transports at seeing her.
'You here, Matilda ?' He at length exclaimed; 'How have you gained entrance?
Where are your Chains?
What means this magnificence, and the joy which sparkles in your eyes?
Have our Judges relented?
Is there a chance of my escaping?
Answer me for pity, and tell me, what I have to hope, or fear.' 'Ambrosio!' She replied with an air of commanding dignity; 'I have baffled the Inquisition's fury.

I am free: A few moments will place kingdoms between these dungeons and me.

Yet I purchase my liberty at a dear, at a dreadful price! Dare you pay the same, Ambrosio?
Dare you spring without fear over the bounds which separate Men from Angels ?--You are silent .-- You look upon me with eyes of suspicion and alarm--I read your thoughts and confess their justice.

Yes, Ambrosio; I have sacrificed all for life and liberty.

I am no longer a candidate for heaven! I have renounced God's service, and am enlisted beneath the banners of his Foes.