We Were Constantly Hearing It Repeated, That

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.

Standing Near The Door, We Dipped Our Fingers In The Holy Water, Crossed And Blessed Ourselves, And Proceeded Up To The Sleeping-room, In The Usual Order, Two By Two.

We Were Constantly Hearing It Repeated, That We Must Never Again Look Upon Ourselves As Our Own; But Must Remember, That We Were Solemnly And Irrevocably Devoted To God.

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.

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.