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The nunnery or death!

My God, my God! cried the priest, covering his head with his hands, Thou chastisest me, so let it be! But watch over my daughter!

Then, turning again to the young woman, he said, You wish to be a nun, and it shall be so.  I don’t want you to die.

Maria Clara caught both his hands in hers, clasping and kissing them as she fell upon her knees, repeating over and over, My godfather, I thank you, my godfather!

With bowed head Fray Damaso went away, sad and sighing.  God, Thou dost exist, since Thou chastisest! But let Thy vengeance fall on me, harm not the innocent.  Save Thou my daughter!