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To me, health is life; and I assure you, at Fontevrault, my dear sister, I sleep most soundly, and have quite got rid of all my nervous attacks and headaches." He also had one for me from Madame de Maintenon, rallying me upon my absence and giving me news of my children. The King's letter was quite short, but a king's note such as that is worth a whole pile of commonplace letters.
She lifted high her head and let them read the truth from her eyes. Then she put her lips upon his, and so stayed, and felt him grow cold below her warmth. The fire was out. They buried him at Fontevrault as he had directed, at the feet of his father. King John was there with the peers of England, Normandy, and Anjou.
The great liberty which we enjoyed at Fontevrault, compared with the interminable bondage of Saint Germain or Versailles, made the abbey ever seem more agreeable to me; and Madame de Thianges asked me in sober earnest "if I no longer loved the King." "Of course I do," was my answer; "but may one not love oneself just a little bit, too?
Bid our brother, the illustrious Count of Mortain, attend us at Fontevrault with all speed for the obsequies of the King our father. And those who owe him obedience, let them come also. There was low murmuring in the chamber, which grew in volume, until at last Burgundy thundered out, 'England is here! Cut down that man. But the herald stood his ground, and no one drew a sword.
"Have you invited the Benedictine Fathers to your fete in the wood?" the King asked me, smiling. "We had no power, Sire," I answered. "There are many young ladies being educated with the nuns of Fontevrault. The parents of these young ladies respectful as they are to these monks, would have looked askance at the innovation. The Fathers never go in there.
The Courageous Marriage. Foundation of the Royal Abbey of Fontevrault. Two or three days after our arrival at Fontevrault, the King, who loves to know all the geographical details of important places, asked me of the form and particulars of the celebrated abbey. I gave him a natural description of it.
She carried about her idleness and unhappiness to Bourbon, to Fontevrault, to D'Antin; she was many years without succeeding in obtaining mastery over herself. At last God touched her.
"Madame," replied the King, "I shall not listen. I require your silence. If I have it in me, I command it. I know what I have done." "You know nothing," said the lady, beginning to tremble. "You are a fool." "May be," said King Richard, with a little shrug, "but I am a king in Fontevrault." 'The Count of Mortain began to wag his head about and pluck at the morse of his cope.
As soon as he gets to Paris, he wants to return to Rome, and hardly has he reached Rome, when he has the horses put to for Paris. Mademoiselle de Mortemart, Abbess of Fontevrault. She Comes to Court. The Cloister. Her Success at Court. Her Opinion Respecting Madame de Montespan's Intimacy with the King.
A royal abbess of Fontevrault in the seventeenth century, pretending that the venerated founder of the order could not possibly have been guilty of such scandalous conduct, and that the letters must therefore be spurious, had the originals destroyed, so far as possible. The early Christian legends of chastity had, however, their successors.
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