When I found myself safely in Goodenough's hotel, in a retired room,
and began to think alone, the most gloomy apprehensions filled my mind.
I could not eat, I had no appetite, and I did not sleep all night.
Every painful scene that I ever passed through seemed to return to my
mind; and such was my agitation, I could fix my thoughts upon nothing
in particular. I had left New York when the state of my health was far
from being established; and my strength, as may be presumed, was now
much reduced by the fatigue of travelling. I shall be able to give but
a faint idea of the feelings with which I passed that night, but must
leave it to the imagination of my readers. Now once more in the
neighborhood of the Convent, and surrounded by the nuns and priests, of
whose conduct I had made the first disclosures ever made, surrounded by
thousands of persons devoted to them, and ready to proceed to any
outrage, as I feared, whenever their interference might be desired,
there was abundant reason for my uneasiness.
I now began to realize that I had some attachment to life remaining.
When I consented to visit the city, and furnish the evidence necessary
to lay open the iniquity of the Convent, I had felt, in a measure,
indifferent to life; but now, when torture and death seemed at hand, I
shrunk from it. For myself, life could not be said to be of much value.
How could I be happy with such things to reflect upon as I had passed
through? and how could I enter society with gratification? But my
infant I could not abandon, for who would care for it if its mother
died.
I was left alone in the morning by the gentlemen who had accompanied
me, as they went to take immediate measures to open the intended
investigation. Being alone I thought of my own position in every point
of view, until I became more agitated than ever. I tried to think what
persons I might safely apply to as friends; and though still undecided
what to do, I arose, thinking it might be unsafe to remain any longer
exposed, as I imagined myself, to be known and seized by my enemies.
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