Secret History; or, the Horrors of St. Domingo: In a Series of Letters, Written by a Lady at Cape Francois, to Colonel Burr, Late Vice-President of the United States, Principally During the Command of General RochambeuSansay, Leonora
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Secret History; or, the Horrors of St. Domingo: In a Series of Letters, Written by a Lady at Cape Francois, to Colonel Burr, Late Vice-President of the United States, Principally During the Command of General Rochambeu
Sansay, Leonora
Haiti -- History -- Revolution, 1791-1804; Haiti -- Social life and customs
I began to explain to her my situation. "I know it all!" she cried,
"you have escaped from your husband. My predictions are verified,
though a little later than I expected.--But where" continued she, "is
your sister?" I replied that my flight had not been premeditated, and
that you had not been apprised of it. There was no necessity for giving
her a reason for having left my husband. She had always been at a loss
to find one for my staying with him so long. The next consideration
was my toilette. I was bare-headed, without stockings:--my shoes were
torn to pieces by the ruggedness of the road, and I had no other
covering than a thin muslin morning gown. The kind friend, who received
me, supplied me with clothes, and checked her eagerness to learn the
particulars of my story till I had taken the repose I so much required.
Towards evening she seated herself by my bedside, and I related to her
all that I had suffered since she left me at the Cape.
But when I spoke of the threat which had determined me to the step I
had taken, she made an exclamation of horror.
I told her that my intention was to remain concealed till the search
after me was over, and then to embark for the continent.
She approved the project, and said, that I could be no where in greater
security than with her; for, though the village is only six miles from
town, it is as much secluded as if it was in the midst of a desert,
except at the feast of the holy Virgin which is celebrated once a year.
The festival lasts nine days, and all the inhabitants of St. Jago come
to assist at its celebration. Unfortunately the season of the feast
was approaching, during which it would have been impossible for me to
remain concealed in the village. However, as there was still time to
consider, she bade me be tranquil, and promised to find me a retreat.
Two days after she went to town and at her return I learned that
nothing was talked of but my elopement.
St. Louis, in the first transports of his rage, has entered a complaint
against Don Alonzo and, declaring that he had carried me off, had him
imprisoned!
It was feared this step would be attended with ill consequences, for
this young Spaniard, being related to the bishop and some of the
most distinguished families, it was supposed the indignity of his
imprisonment would be resented by them all!
Besides, he was entirely innocent of the charge exhibited against him,
not having had the slightest idea of my flight.
This information filled me with alarm. I felt insecure so near the town
and entreated madame V---- to indicate a more remote and safe asylum.
She told me that she had a friend, twenty leagues from town, to whom
she had often promised a visit; that the inconvenience of travelling
in this barbarous country, had hitherto prevented her going, but that
these considerations vanished before the idea of obliging me, and that
the pleasure of making the journey in my company would be a sufficient
inducement.
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