ABSTRACT
This chapter reproduces the text from Chapter VII of Ada Reis, Volume 1. To no prisoner was ever liberty more delightful than to Fiormonda, when escaped from the thraldom of Shaffou Paca. With renewed strength and spirits, she bounded before the black women and nurses, the very moment Ada Reis gave her permission to roam about the garden. The call of the Imans to evening prayers caught Fiormonda's ear; she involuntarily turned to the east: so much of belief, notwithstanding Ada Reis’s prohibition, had been inculcated into her mind; the hope of immortality had naturally risen in her soul. Her secret consciousness told her there was a Being, to whom she owed the tribute of obedience and gratitude, and the cold suggestion of philosophy sufficed not to satisfy her warm and vivid feelings.
