Life in the Grey Nunnery at Montreal

Moreover, I knew not how long I should be kept there. The other prisoners, whose agonizing cries fell upon my ears, were evidently suffering all the horrors of starvation. Was I to meet a fate like this? Were those terrible sufferings in reserve for me? How could I endure them? And then came the thought so often present with me while in the convent, If there is a God in heaven, why does He permit such things? What have I done that I should become the victim of such cruelty? God of mercy! I involuntarily exclaimed, save me from this terrible death.