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He had as little guessed the height of Angelique's ambition as she the depths of his craft and wickedness, and yet there was a wonderful similarity between the characters of both, the same bold, defiant spirit, the same inordinate ambition, the same void of principle in selecting means to ends, only the one fascinated with the lures of love, the other by the charms of wit, the temptations of money, or effected his purposes by the rough application of force.
At any rate, one day he brought a paper, so ill-written that it could hardly be read, and thrust it with a pen into Angélique's hand, saying, 'Sign this, my daughter. The girl did not dare to refuse, or even to question her father, though she did manage to make out a word or two, which showed her that the paper contained a renewal of the vows she so bitterly regretted.
Let this vial of Brinvilliers bring me the good fortune I crave, and I will fill your lap with gold. If the lady of Beaumanoir shall find death in a bouquet of flowers, let them be roses!" "But how and where to find roses? they have ceased blooming," said La Corriveau, hating Angelique's sentiment, and glad to find an objection to it. "Not for her, La Corriveau; fate is kinder than you think!"
The marchioness was beautiful, but she was powerful, and I could not make up my mind to crawl at the feet of power, and, on that head, I felt disgusted with the manners of the Romans. One morning towards the end of November the advocate, accompanied by Angelique's intended, called on me.
I knew that Quarles had been to see the contessa once or twice by himself, and when I went to the Brunswick Hotel on the day after Angelique's arrest, I found him there. "Ah, you have taken an innocent woman," the contessa exclaimed. "I think not." "What you think does not matter at all, it is what I know. I asked her, and she said she had not taken the pearls. Voila!
Lucrezia informed me that Angelique's suitor was wealthy, that he owned a splendid villa at Tivoli, and that most likely he would invite us all to dine and pass the night there. "I pray the god of love," she added, "to grant us a night as beautiful as this day has been."
In all her life she had never before associated thought of physical weakness with her stalwart guardian, and a sharp fear of some unknown trouble shot through her heart. "What do you mean?" The master had reached them and now laid his own hand upon Angelique's detaining one. "There, woman, that's enough. The storm has shaken your nerves. If you're afraid to stay alone, Margot shall stop with you.
"Yes, my Lady! and the Chevalier de Pean said that he was less sick than mad, and out of humor to a degree he had never seen him before!" "Did they give a reason for it? that is, for the Intendant's sickness or madness?" Angelique's eyes were fixed keenly upon her maid, to draw out a full confession.
The grim countenance of the woman relaxed into a half smile of scorn and surprise at the unexpected weakness which she instantly noted in Angelique's manner. "Yes, it is done!" replied she, coldly, "and it is well done! But, by the manna of St.
Indeed, he only just wanted to enjoy the supernal pleasure of hearing me sing the praises of Amelie De Repentigny to the tune composed by himself." "Which you seem to have done, Angelique!" "As musically as Mere St. Borgia when singing vespers in the Ursulines," was Angelique's flippant reply. Amelie knew how useless it was to expostulate.
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