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    Chapter 27

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    Was ever tale
    With such a gallant modesty rehearsed?

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    Purposes of convenience, as well as others that were naturally connected
    with the religious opinions, not to say the superstitions, of most of the
    prisoners, had induced the monks to select the chapel of the convent for
    the judgment-hall. This consecrated part of the edifice was of sufficient
    size to contain all who were accustomed to assemble within its walls. It
    was decorated in the manner that is usual to churches of the Romish
    persuasion, having its master-altar, and two of smaller size that were
    dedicated to esteemed saints. A large lamp illuminated the place, though
    the great altar lay in doubtful light, leaving play for the imagination to
    people and adorn that part of the chapel. Within the railing of the choir
    there stood a table: it held some object that was concealed from view by a
    sweeping pall. Immediately beneath the lamp was placed another, which
    served the purposes of the clavier, who acted as a clerk on this occasion.
    They who were to fill the offices of judges took their stations near. A
    knot of females were clustered within the shadows of one of the
    side-altars, hovering around each other in the way that their sensitive
    sex is known to interpose between the exhibition of its peculiar
    weaknesses and the rude observations of the world. Stifled sobs and
    convulsive movements occasionally escaped this little group of acutely
    feeling and warm-hearted beings, betraying the strength of the emotions
    they would fain conceal. The canons and novices were ranged on one side,
    the guides and muleteers formed a back-ground to the whole, while the fine
    form of Sigismund stood, stern and motionless as a statue, on the steps of
    the altar which was opposite to the females. He watched the minutest
    proceeding of the investigation with a steadiness that was the result of
    severe practice in self-command, and a jealous determination to suffer no
    new wrong to be accumulated on the head of his father.

    When the little confusion produced by the entrance of the party from the
    refectory had subsided, the Prior made a signal to one of the officers of
    justice. The man disappeared, and shortly returned with one of the

    prisoners, the investigation being intended to embrace the cases of all
    who had been detained by the prudence of the monks. Balthazar (for it was
    he) approached the table in his usual meek manner. His limbs were unbound,
    and his exterior calm, though the quick unquiet movements of his eye, and
    the workings of his pale features, whenever a suppressed sob from among
    the females reached his ear, betrayed the inward struggle he had to
    maintain, in order to preserve appearances. When he was confronted with
    his examiners, Father Michael bowed to
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