Then my heart told me that they had traced me to this place, and
were now watching a chance to get hold of me. Imagine, if you can, my
feelings. Had I suffered so much in vain? Would they be allowed to take
me back to those fearful cells, where no ray of mercy could ever reach
me? I could not endure the thought. Frightened, and almost beside
myself, I resolved to make an effort to find a more secure place. I
therefore left those kind friends in the darkness of night, without one
word of farewell, and without their knowledge. I knew they would not
allow me to go, if they were apprised of my design. In all probability,
they would have ridiculed my fears, and bade me rest in peace. How could
I expect them to comprehend my danger, when they knew so little of the
machination of my foes? I intended to go further into the state, but
did not wish to have any one know which way I had gone. It was a sad
mistake, but how often in this world do we plunge into danger when we
seek to avoid it! How often fancy ourselves in security when we stand
upon the very brink of ruin!
I left Mr. Branard's in the evening, and called upon a family in the
neighborhood whose acquaintance I had made, and whom I wished to see
once more, though I dared not say farewell. I left them between the
hours of nine and ten, and set forward on my perilous journey. I had
gone but a short distance when I heard the sound of wheels and the heavy
tread of horses' feet behind me. My heart beat with such violence it
almost stopped my breath, for I felt that they were after me. But there
was no escape--no forest or shelter near where I could seek protection.
On came the furious beasts, driven by no gentle hand. They came up with
me, and I almost began to hope that my fears were groundless, when the
horses suddenly stopped, a strong hand grasped me, a gag was thrust into
my mouth, and again the well-known box was taken from the wagon. Another
moment and I was securely caged, and on my way back to Montreal. Two men
were in the wagon and two rode on horseback beside it. Four men to guard
one poor nun!
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