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Rh much to the intensity of my pain, that I screamed, kicked, and plunged about as I swung by my wrists from the post. "Sister Serena," exclaimed the Superior, "keep the girl steady or I cannot plant my cuts as effectually as I ought to do upon her naughty impudent bottom, she shan't sleep for a week if I can only make it sore enough!" Serena now held me the post with one hand, to prevent my swaying about, whilst the rod rained a succession of withering, scorching cuts on my buttocks, and just underneath the parting of the cheeks of my bottom. My screams were heartrending, but they only seemed to enjoy it more and the Superior never ended her objurgations till the rod was worn out.

Things now went on till I was nearly fourteen, we never had a holiday, and only short letters came to me from home, in which my father constantly expressed his hopes of my improvement, and seemed quite oblivious to all I had written from time to time about my Rh