Chapter 35 No.35

Nought say I here of Sister Clare,

Save this, that she was young and fair;

As yet a novice unprofessed,

Lovely and gentle, but distressed.

She was betrothed to one now dead,

Or worse, who had dishonoured fled.

Her kinsmen bade her give her hand

To one who loved her for her land;

Herself, almost heart-broken now,

Was bent