For what fate was she reserved? and where was she?
Suddenly it struck her that she was an inmate of the Carmelite Convent; for the rumors alluded to in a preceding chapter had often met her ears; and her imagination naturally associated them with the occurrences of that dreadful night.
The piercing shrieks—the noise of machinery—the disappearance from time to time of some member of that monastic institution, all the incidents, in fine, to which those rumors had ever pointed, now seemed to apply to her own case.
These reflections flashed, with lightning rapidity, through her brain, and paralyzed her with horror.
Then she lost all further power of thought; and though not absolutely fainting, she was stunned and stupefied with the tremendous weight of overwhelming despair.
How long she remained in this condition she knew not; but she was suddenly aroused by the opening of a low door in the wall in front of her.
Starting as from a dreadful dream, she stretched forth her arms, and became aware that the descent had stopped; and at the same moment she beheld a nun, bearing a lamp, standing on the threshold of the door which had just opened.
“Sister, welcome to the chamber of penitence!” said the recluse, approaching the terrified Flora.
Then, placing the lamp in a niche near the door, the nun proceeded to remove the cords which fastened the young maiden to the chair.
Flora rose, but fell back again on the seat—for her limbs were stiff in consequence of the length of time they had been retained in one position. The nun disappeared by the little door for a few minutes; and, on her return, presented the wretched girl a cup of cold water. Flora swallowed the icy beverage, and felt refreshed.