“What is your name?” he asked in a very loud tone of voice.
She neither moved nor replied.
“I conjure you, my sister, to answer me,” he added more solemnly still. “What is your name?”
“Elizabeth Barton,” she answered, fixing on him a lingering look of surprise and astonishment.
“Where were you born?”
“In Aldington, in the county of Kent,” answered she very distinctly.
“What is your age?”
“Twenty-three years.”
“Why did you become a religious?” continued the abbot.
“I am not a religious; I have assumed this habit in order to do penance and take care of the poor.”