But methinks I hear the reader ask, "Did they not fear the judgment of
God and a future retribution?" In reply I can only state what I believe
to be the fact. It is my firm belief that not more than one priest in
ten thousand really believes in the truth of Christianity, or even in
the existence of a God. They are all Infidels or Atheists; and how can
they be otherwise? It is the legitimate fruit of that system of deceit
which they call religion. Of course I only give this as my opinion,
founded on what I have seen and heard. You can take it, reader, for what
it is worth; believe it or not, just us you please; but I assure you I
have often heard the nuns say that they did not believe in any religion.
The professions of holiness of heart and parity of life so often made
by the priests they KNOW to be nothing but a hypocritical pretence, and
their ceremonies they regard as a ridiculous farce.
For some time after I was taken from the cell I lay in a state of
partial unconsciousness, but how long, I do not know. I have no
recollection of being taken up stairs, but I found myself on my bed, in
my old room, and on the stand beside me were several cups, vials, etc.
The Abbess who sat beside me, occasionally gave me a tea-spoonful
of wine or brandy, and tried to make me eat. Ere long, my appetite
returned, but it was several weeks before my stomach was strong enough
to enable me to satisfy in any degree, the cravings of hunger. When I
could eat, I gained very fast, and the Abbess left me in the care of
a nun, who came in occasionally to see if I wanted anything. This nun
often stopped to talk with me, when she thought no one was near, and
expressed great curiosity to know what I saw in the world; if people
were kind to me, and if I did not mean to get away again, if possible, I
told her I should not; but she replied, "I don't believe that. You will
try again, and you will succeed yet, if you keep up good courage. You
are so good to work, they do not wish to part with you, and that is one
reason why they try so hard to get you back again. But never mind,
they won't get you next time." I assured her I should not try to escape
again, for they were sure to catch me, and as they had almost killed me
this time, they would quite the next. I did not dare to trust her, for I
supposed the Superior had given her orders to question me.
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