CHAPTER 21However, Dom Severino orders the women to bring me food; but farfrom being quickened by these attentions, an access of furiousgrief assails my soul. I, who located all my glory, all my felicityin my virtue, I who thought that, provided I remained well-behavedat all times, I could be consoled for all fortune's ills, I cannotbear the horrible idea of seeing myself so cruelly sullied by thosefrom whom I should have been able to expect the greatest comfortand aid: my tears flowed in abundance, my cries made the vaultring; I rolled upon the floor, I lacerated my breast, tore my hair,invoked my butchers, begged them to bestow death upon me... and,Madame, would you believe it? this terrible sight excited them allthe more. "Ah!" said Severino, "I've never enjoyed a finerspectacle: behold
