Mary opened it again, and began to turn the pages.
“Is it all in your handwriting, Mistress Torridon?”
“Yes, my child; I continued writing in it ever since I first entered religion in 1534; so you see the handwriting changes a little,” and she smiled to herself.
“Oh, but this is charming,” cried Mary, intent on the book.
“Read it, my dear, aloud.”
Mary read:
“Let me not rest, O Lord, nor have quiet,
But fill my soul with spiritual travail,
To sing and say, O mercy, Jesu sweet;
Thou my protection art in the battail.