How long I remained in that condition I can only conjecture. It seemed
to me a long time, and must have been two or three hours. I did not
move, expecting to die there, and in a state of distress which I cannot
describe, from the tight bandage about my hands, and the gag holding my
jaws apart at their greatest extension. I am confident I must have died
before morning, if, as I then expected, I had been left there all
night. By-and-by, however, the bolt was drawn, the door opened, and
Jane Ray spoke to me in a tone of kindness. She had taken an
opportunity to slip into the cellar unnoticed on purpose to see me. She
unbound the gag, and took it out of my mouth, and told me she would do
any thing to get me out of my dungeon. If she had had the bringing of
me down, she would not have thrust me so brutally, and she would be
revenged on those who had. She offered to throw herself upon her knees
before the Superior and beg her forgiveness. To this I would not
consent; but told her to ask the Superior to come to me, as I wished to
speak to her. This I had no idea she would condescend to do; but Jane
had not been gone long before the Superior came, and asked if I had
repented in the sight of God for what I had done. I replied in the
affirmative; and after a lecture of some length on the pain I had given
the Virgin Mary by my conduct, she asked whether I was willing to ask
pardon of all the nuns for the scandal I had caused them by my
behaviour. To this I made no objection; and I was then released from my
prison and my bonds, went up to the community-room, and kneeling before
all the sisters in succession begged the forgiveness and prayers of
each.
Among the marks which I still bear of the wounds received from penances
and violence, are the scars left by the belt with which I repeatedly
tortured myself, for the mortification of my spirit. These are most
distinct on my side; for although the band, which was four or five
inches in breadth, and extended round the waist, was stuck full of
sharp iron points in all parts, it was sometimes crowded most against
my side, by rocking in my chair, and the wounds were usually deeper
there than anywhere else.
My thumbs were several times cut severely by the tight drawing of the
band used to confine my arms, and the scars are still visible upon them.
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