anchoress

A local anchoress named Ani Nawang Pema had a different plan.

“A peering anchoress, who is always thrusting her head outward, is like an untamed bird in a cage,” says the good bishop.

She may be a nun; but if ever she prove an anchoress, I'll dig her grave with my nails.

Stop before the house of this anchoress, secluded from the world, and absorbed in pious meditations, a holy and quiet place.

An old woman sits under the window; the anchoress appears and a conversation begins.

I'll not go back to my anchoress lodge in the north till I see what works out of them!