"Francois, you have had my answer. What has been done, cannot be
undone. Save yourself, and leave me to my unhappy fate," answered
Marie: then bursting into tears, "O Francois, why, why did you leave me
without one word? Had you but pointed out your danger to me, I should
have been the first to have insisted upon your absence, and all, all
would have been borne with patience, if not with pleasure, for your
sake. If what you now say is truth, all would have been well; but now I
have nought to cheer me in my lonely pilgrimage, and nought to wish but
that it soon may come unto its close. I forgive you, Francois; but pity
me, for I deserve your pity."
"Once more, Marie, I intreat you to consent to my proposal."
"Never, Francois; I will not be less faithful to my God than I was to
you: he will not desert me; and if I suffer now, will reward me for it
hereafter." And Marie again quitted my apartment.
My situation in the nunnery now became insupportable, and I determined
to escape. I pleaded ill-health, and kept my bed. The physician of a
neighbouring convent, who had a great reputation, was sent for against
my wishes. When I heard of his arrival, I dressed to receive him for I
was fearful of some scrutiny. He inquired what ailed me: I answered
that I had no pain, but that I was convinced I should soon depart. He
felt my pulse, and, not being able to discover symptoms of disease, took
his leave.
To the elder sisters who visited me, I spoke in enigmas, and told them
that I had a summons, that they must expect soon to find me gone: and
the sanctity of my reputation made them receive my innuendoes as
inspired remarks. One night, I complained of being much worse, and
requested their early retiring: they would have sent for the physician,
but I forbad it, telling them I was beyond a physician's cure: kissing
them all, and pronouncing over them a solemn blessing, I dismissed them.
As soon as it was dark, I threw off my nun's attire, leaving it in my
bed, as if I had slipped out of it; and as the windows of my apartment,
which looked into the convent garden, were not barred, unclothed as I
was I dropped down, and reached the ground in safety. I took the
precaution, when I was outside, to shut the window, that my having
escaped should not enter their ideas, and climbing a tree which overhung
the wall of the garden, dropped from a bough on the other side, and
found myself at liberty. As I knew that the farther I was from the
nunnery, the less chance I had of being supposed an impostor, I gained
the high road, and ran as fast as I could in the direction from
Marseilles to Toulouse.
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