The Lady Superior called on the invalid and asked her if she wished to confess. She even said that the Abbe had kindly offered to come to her cell as she was not able to rise. How to thank the Abbe for such a favour!

"'Certainly, Mother, I should like to confess,' dutifully replied Sister Clemence.

"The Lady Superior left the cell and soon returned with the Abbe who entered with that bearing of humility he habitually assumed. He appeared most concerned at the illness of the novice and insisted that a full confession was the best possible remedy.

"Sister Clemence did not dare look at him, she was so confused. The Lady Superior retired, and the Abbe took a chair by the side of the bed.

"'Have you examined your sinful heart, my child; are you ready to make a full confession?' "'Yes, my father!' "The confession began. The poor little Sister did not know how to reveal what had happened. The fear, however, of not receiving absolution and communion gave her courage. She disclosed everything.

"The Abbe drew closer and closer, until she felt his breath upon her face. Her eyes were closed.

"Suddenly she felt his lips pressing hers in a long kiss. Unconsciously, a timid little kiss from her lips answered his. Then she felt a warm hand upon her body, which gradually seemed to move downward towards that spot where Satan had placed her finger on a certain night.

"The Abbe took another kiss, his hand passed gently over her thighs and slipping under her bottom, forced her to turn over on her side. Now he slapped her gently and pushed his finger into her slit between the two hills of her bottom, and it finally found its way into what appeared to be his desire to reach.

"But his hand set everything on fire on its way. With the other hand he unbuttoned his robe, undid his trousers and pulled out a prick whose erection was fully justified by the beauties his hand had explored and was still exploring.