During these wretched years we have schooled ourselves each to think of the other as wedded.

Now we know that neither has been faithless.

I have found thee, my beloved, and I will not let thee go." "Hugh," said the Prioress, "I _am_ wedded.

You come too late.

Saw you not the sacred ring upon my hand?
Know you not that every nun is the bride of Christ ?" "You are mine!" said the Knight, fiercely; and he laid his great hand upon her knee.
From beneath her scapulary, the Prioress drew the dagger.
"Before I went to the cloister door," she said, "I took this from its hiding-place, and put it in my girdle.