Laurence Sterne — The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy Gentleman Chap. 4.4

       &nbspWe are ruin'd and undone, my child, said the abbess to Margarita,—we shall be here all night—we shall be plunder'd—we shall be ravished—        &nbsp—We shall be ravish'd, said Margarita, as sure as a gun.        &nbspSancta Maria! cried the abbess (forgetting the O!)—why was I govern'd by this wicked stiff joint? why did I leave the convent of Andouillets? and why didst thou not suffer thy servant to go unpolluted to her tomb?        &nbspO my finger! my finger! cried the novice, catching fire at the word servant—why was I not content to put it here, or there, any where rather than be in this strait?        &nbspStrait! said the abbess.        &nbspStrait—said the novice; for terror had struck their understandings—the one knew not what she said—the other what she answer'd.        &nbspO my virginity! virginity! cried the abbess.        &nbsp...inity!...inity! said the novice, sobbing.