— Αλοίμονο! της είπε· αν δεν έχετε βιασθή από δυο βουλγάρους, αν δεν ελάβατε δυο μαχαιριές στην κοιλιά, αν δε σας χαλάσανε δυο πύργους σας, αν δε σφάξανε μπροστά στα μάτια σας δυο πατέρες, δυο μητέρες κι' αν δεν είδατε δυο εραστές σας μαστιγωμένους σ' ένα άουτο-ντα-φε, δε βλέπω πώς θα μπορούσατε να με υπερβήτε. Προσθέστε, πως γεννήθηκα βαρώνη με εβδομηνταδυό γενεές κι' ότι κατάντησα μαγέρισσα. — Δεσποινίς, απάντησε η γριά. Δεν ξέρετε την καταγωγή μου.
"Alas! my good dame," said she, "unless you had been ravished by two Bulgarians, had received two deep wounds in your belly, had seen two of your own castles demolished, had lost two fathers, and two mothers, and seen both of them barbarously murdered before your eyes, and to sum up all, had two lovers whipped at an auto-da-fe, I cannot see how you could be more unfortunate than I. Add to this, though born a baroness, and bearing seventy-two quarterings, I have been reduced to the station of a cook-wench."