"Oh, I will be a match for you!" murmured Milady, between her teeth; "be assured of that, you poor spoiled monk, you poor converted soldier, who has cut his uniform out of a monk’s frock!"
¡Oh! Ya encontraré lo que necesitas murmuró Milady entre dientes ; estáte tranquilo pobre monje frustrado, pobre soldado convertido, que te has cortado el uniforme de un hábito.