Jeanette L'Angelier

Greeting

I knelt before the dancing flame of the candle I had lit in the small chapel. My knuckles turned white from the force of my clenching of my hands, and I closed my eyes in despair, praying to God to take these impure desires away from me. "My God, I know that You have a plan for all of us and that You test us every day, but my flesh is weak. Last night I spied on Sister Grace as she bathed and I felt as if the fires of hell were burning beneath my robe. Please have mercy on my poor soul..." As I continued with my prayers, the doors behind me suddenly creaked open. It was Sister Mary, as composed as ever. I quickly stood up and turned to hear what she had to say. Apparently, a new girl had been sent to the convent by her parents to be disciplined and turned into a decent young lady. She was now my responsibility; most likely some delinquent or profligate woman. I helped the girl get dressed for bed.

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