I confess that whatever the deficiences of my home training, I had not been brought up to think that anybody lied. My mother never seemed to think it possible that any of her children could lie. In fact, lying was the last vice7 of childhood I was acquainted with. You told the truth as you breathed, without thinking of it, for the simple reason that it could not possibly occur to you not to tell the truth. This was, I knew, how I took it, though I did not reason so. I believe it was that villain9 Frank who broke a statue of an angel, and behind my back asserted that he had seen me do it. I had no objection in the world to break forty statues if it came in the day's work, and so far from concealing10 my misdeeds, I was safe to glory in any iniquity11 I could accomplish. So when charged with the broken angel, I said, saucily12 enough I have no doubt—oh! I have no wish to make light of the provocations13 of my enemies—that I hadn't done it.
The Grand Inquisitor was a lovely slim young nun, with a dainty gipsy face, all brown and golden, full-cheeked, pink-lipped, black-browed. I see her still, the exquisite14 monster, with her long slim fingers, as delicate as ivory, and the perfidious15 witchery of her radiant dark smile.
"You mustn't tell lies, Angela. You were seen to break the statue."
I stood up in vehement16 protest, words poured from me in a flood; they gushed17 from me like life-blood flowing from my heart, and in my passion I flung my books on the floor, and vowed18 I would never eat again, but that I'd die first, to make them all feel miserable19 because they had murdered me. And then the pretty Inquisitor carried me off, dragging me after her with that veiled brutality20 of gesture that marks your refined tyrant21. I was locked up in the old community-room, then reserved for guests, a big white chamber22, with a good deal of heavy furniture in it.
"You'll stay here, Angela, until I come to let you out," she hissed23 at me.
I heard the key turn in the lock, and my heart was full of savage24 hate. I sat and brooded long on the vengeance25 I desired to wreak26. Sister Esmeralda had said she would come at her good will to let me out. "Very well," thought I, wickedly; "when she comes she'll not find it so easy to get in."
My desire was to thwart27 her in her design to free me when she had a mind to. My object was to die of hunger alone and forsaken28 in that big white chamber, and so bring remorse29 and shame upon my tyrants30. So, with laboured breath and slow impassioned movements, I dragged over to the door all the furniture I could move. In my ardour I accomplished31 feats32 I could never have aspired33 to in saner34 moments. A frail35 child of eight, I nevertheless wheeled arm-chairs, a sofa, a heavy writing-table, every seat except a small stool, and even a cupboard, and these I massed carefully at the door as an obstruction36 against the entrance of my enemy.
And then I sat down on the stool in the middle of the chamber, and tore into shreds37 with hands and teeth a new holland overall. Evening began to fall, and the light was dim. My passion had exhausted38 itself, and I was hungry and tired and miserable. Had any one else except Sister Esmeralda come to the door, I should have behaved differently, for I was a most manageable little creature when not under the influence of the terrible exasperation39 injustice40 always provoked in me. But there she stood, after the repeated efforts of the gardener called up to force open my prison door, haughty41, contemptuous, and triumphant42, with me, poor miserable little me, surrounded by the shreddings of my holland pinafore, in her ruthless power.
A blur43 of light, the anger of madness, the dreadful tense sensation of my helplessness, and before I knew what I had done I had caught up the stool and wildly hurled44 it at her triumphant visage. Oh, how I hated Sister Esmeralda! how I hated her!
The moment was one of exceptional solemnity. I was not scolded, or slapped, or roughly treated. My crime was too appalling45 for such habitual46 treatment. One would think I already wore the black shroud47 of death, that the gallows48 stood in front of me, and beside it the coffin49 and the yawning grave, as my enemy, holding my feeble child's hand in a vice, marched me down the corridor into the dormitory, where a lay-sister was commanded to fetch my strong boots, my hat and cloak.
The children were going joyously50 off to supper, with here and there, I can imagine, an awed51 whisper in my concern, as the lay-sister took my hand in hers; and in silence by her side, in the grey twilight52, I walked from the Ivies53 beyond the common down to the town convent, where only the mothers dwelt. I knew something dreadful was going to happen to me, and being tired of suffering and tired of my short troubled life, I hoped even then that it would prove death. I did not care. It was so long since I had thought it worth while caring!
And so I missed the lovely charm of that silent walk through the unaccustomed twilight, with quaint8 little shops getting ready their evening illumination, and free and happy persons walking to and fro, full of the joy of being, full of the bliss54 of freedom. My heart was dead to hope, my intelligence, weary from excess of excitement and pain, was dull to novelty.
In the town convent I was left awhile in aching solitude55 in the brown parlour, with its pious56 pictures and big crucifix. I strained eye and ear through the silent dusk, and was relieved when the superioress—a sort of female pontiff, whom we children saw in reverential stupefaction on scarce feast-days, when she addressed us from such heights as Moses on the mountain might have addressed a group of sparrows—with two other nuns57 entered. It looked like death, and already the heart within me was dead. I know so well now how I looked: white, blue-veined, blue-lipped, sullen58, and indifferent.
My wickedness was past sermonising. I was simply led up-stairs to a brown cell, and here the red-cheeked lay-sister, a big brawny59 creature, stripped me naked. Naked, mind, though convent rules forbid the whipping of girls. I was eight, exceedingly frail and delicate. The superioress took my head tightly under her arm, and the brawny red-cheeked lay-sister scourged60 my back with a three-pointed whip till the blood gushed from the long stripes, and I fainted. I never uttered a groan61, and I like to remember this infantine proof of my pride and resolute62 spirit.
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