THE PASSING OF ISABELLA DE SIGUENZA Silently we went down the long passage, and as we went I saw the eyes of the dwellers in this living tomb watch us pass through the gratings of their cell doors.

Little wonder that the woman about to die had striven to escape from such a home back to the world of life and love! Yet for that crime she must perish.

Surely God will remember the doings of such men as these priests, and the nation that fosters them.

And, in deed, He does remember, for where is the splendour of Spain to-day, and where are the cruel rites she gloried in?
Here in England their fetters are broken for ever, and in striving to bind them fast upon us free Englishmen she is broken also--never to be whole again.
At the far end of the passage we found a stair down which we passed.

At its foot was an iron-bound door that the monk unlocked and locked again upon the further side.