There was one young student at the academy whose name was Smalley. He
was from New England, and his father lived at St. Albans, Vt., where he
had wealth and influence. This young man had a little sister who used to
visit at the convent, whom they called Sissy Smalley. She was young, but
handsome, witty and intelligent. For one of her age, she was very much
refined in her manners. They allowed her to go anywhere in the building
except the private apartments where those deeds of darkness were
performed which would not bear the pure light of heaven. I presume that
no argument could convince little Sissy Smalley that such rooms were
actually in the nunnery. She had been all over it, she would tell
you, and she never saw any torture rooms, never heard of any one being
punished, or anything of the kind. Such reports would appear to her as
mere slanders, yet God knows they are true. I well remember how I used
to shudder to hear that child praise the nunnery, tell what a nice,
quiet place it was, and how she would like it for a permanent home. I
hope her brother will find out the truth about it in season to prevent
his beautiful sister from ever becoming a nun.
CHAPTER XXI.
SECOND ESCAPE FROM THE NUNNERY.
It was early in the spring, when I again succeeded in making my escape.
It was on a Saturday evening, when the priests and nearly all the nuns
were In the chapel. I was assisted out of the yard in the same way I was
before, and by the same person. There was still snow upon the ground and
that they might not be able to track me, I entered the market and walked
the whole length of it without attracting observation. From thence I
crossed the street, when I saw a police officer coming directly towards
me. I turned down a dark alley and ran for my life, I knew not whither.
It is the duty of every police officer in Montreal to accompany any of
the sisters whom they chance to meet in the street, and I knew if he saw
me he would offer to attend me wherever I wished to go. Such an offer
might not be refused, and, certainly, his company, just at that time,
was neither desirable nor agreeable.
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