text:  It was not without an unaffected expression of horror that he went on to relate how he had wandered around the building by the Watergate in a lower cell of which he had discovered that she dwelt seeking in vain to find an entrance or a peep-hole that might enable him to penetrate into the interior; how he had at last dragged his crippled limbs up into a tree upon the river's bank overlooking an upper chamber of the building; how he had at first seen Mother Magdalena in conversation with the young illuminator; how upon his departure she had flung herself down upon her knees and after spitting upon one of the books of holy writ upon the table had made wild gestures of conjuration upon which the demon himself attired in a dark robe had suddenly appeared by supernatural means for he had not entered by the door; how the foul hag had fallen down and worshipped the arch-fiend; and how after a conference of short duration during which the woman at his feet appeared to supplicate with earnestness probably a prolongation of her wretched term of power to work ill and afterwards kissed his hand in token of adoration and submission the demon had vanished as suddenly as he had appeared