"Yes. You must come and fetch your sheets." She shut the gate behind her, and I noticed for the first time a bunch of large heavy keys hanging at her waist.
She opened the door with one of the keys and said: "I will choose some nice sheets... you must be very tired."
"Oh no, ma sœur, I am not tired.... I hope Marthe is not unhappy. I am glad she did not come here with me...."
The sister muttered: "Hush! You must not talk here.... Take these sheets."
I looked at them. I had seen soldiers' sheets, but these were much coarser.
The sister looked at me and said: "Yes... you are not used to them...."
I carried the sheets, and followed the sister along a filthy, evil-smelling corridor.
"Where are you going after this?" I asked.
"My poor child, I am taking you to your cell."
Another sister arrived, turned a big key in a lock twice, and drew a bolt. A heavy door was opened before me. The sister held a lantern, and I was told to go in.