She tested the point, then slipped the weapon into her belt, beneath her scapulary.

As she closed the panel, and turned back into the chamber, a light of high resolve was in her eyes.

Her whole bearing betokened so fine a fearlessness, such noble fixity of purpose that, looking on her, Mary Antony felt her own fears vanishing.
"Now listen, dear Antony," said the Prioress, holding the old woman with her look.

"I must make sure that this twenty-first White Lady of thine is but a trick played on thee by thy peas.

Should she be anywhere in the Convent I shall most certainly have speech with her.
"Meanwhile, go thou to thy kitchens, and give thy mind to the preparing of the evening meal.