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Rh met his own so fearlessly. She saw her advantage and seized it. At a glance, her nuns ceased their hymn, and a deep silence succeeded the voice of singing, and the clanging steps of armed men. "Not for pity, nor even for time, cruel and grasping man! do I now speak;" and her clear distinct voice sounded unnaturally loud, from the echoes of the arched roof and hollow tombs. "Turn the golden vessels sacred to thy God to purposes of vain riot and thankless feasting, even as did the Babylonian monarch;—take the fair lands, from whose growth the pilgrim has been fed and the poor relieved—take them, as the unrighteous king of Israel took the vineyard of his neighbour, by force;—but take also the curse that clings to the ungodly. I curse the father who shall possess—the race who are to inherit. Thy young men shall be cut off by the sword; and sickness, worse than an armed man, shall take thy maidens in the bower. In the name of the faith thou hast deserted—the God thou hast outraged—the curse shall be on thy race, till it be extinguished, even as this light." She dashed down the torch she held, descended from the altar-steps, and left the chapel