At the top of the hill I asked to stop for a few minutes to recover my strength.

[…] she looked around the empty rooms and faced, and knew, and ate, and got rightly sodomised by, her shame.

Moerkerk de Vries, as a second-generation woman, had greater aspirations than some, but she worked at jobs which were typical for Dutch immigrant women in that region, and she was a Cheesehead or one of the damned foreigners as far as many were concerned.

… and advises the anchoresses to take on the basic religious vows …