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The Bishop, As I Have Remarked, Was Not Very Dignified On All Occasions, And Sometimes Acted In Such A Manner As Would Not Have Appeared Well In Public.

I Really Believed That The Priests Were Acquainted With My Thoughts; And Often Stood In Great Awe Of Them. They Often Told Me They Had Power To Strike Me Dead At Any Moment.

Before I Took The Veil, I Was Ornamented For The Ceremony, And Was Clothed In A Rich Dress Belonging To The Convent, Which Was Used On Such Occasions; And Placed Not Far From The Altar In The Chapel, In The View Of A Number Of Spectators Who Had Assembled, Perhaps About Forty.

All Around Me Insisted That My Doubts Proved Only My Own Ignorance And Sinfulness; That They Knew By Experience They Would Soon Give Place To True Knowledge, And An Advance In Religion; And I Felt Something Like Indecision.

Others Too Would Occasionally Entertain And Privately Express Such Doubts; Though We All Had Been Most Solemnly Warned By The Cruel Murder Of Saint Francis.