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Updated: May 23, 2025
The little girl seemed to awaken as from a trance, and hurried to her parents, who led her from the hall. "General Beauharnais still lives!" said the Grand Cophta, addressing Josephine. "Yes, he still lives," cried she, sadly, "but he is preparing for death ." Josephine was right. A few days later Duchess d'Anville received a package and a letter.
The child turned pale and shuddered as it fixed its gaze on the decanter. "What do you see?" asked the Grand Cophta, "I want you to look into the prison of General Beauharnais. What do you see?" "I see a little room," said the child with vivacity. "On a cot lies a young man who sleeps; at his side stands another man, writing on a sheet of paper that lies on a large book." "Can you read?"
In this new structure, he assumed the title of the "Grand Cophta" and actually claimed the worship of his followers; declaring that the institution had been established by Enoch and Elias, and that he had been summoned by "spiritual" agencies to restore it to its pristine glory.
The jailer, bribed with an assignat of fifty francs, then worth only forty sous, however, had consented that his little six-years-old daughter should serve the Grand Cophta as "dove," and had made all other preparations.
To him, to the Grand Cophta, Josephine now addressed herself after this day of dread uncertainty, and demanded information of the fate of her husband. In the stillness of the night the gloomy, desolate hall of the prison now presented a strange aspect.
On the other side of the table, in breathless suspense, her large, dark eyes fastened on the child with a touching expression, stood the unhappy Josephine, and, at some distance behind the ladies, the jailer with his wife. Now the Grand Cophta laid both hands on the child's head and cried in a loud voice, "Open your eyes and look!"
The little girl, just aroused from sleep and brought from her bed in her night-gown, sat on a chair close to the table, and behind her stood the earnest, sombre figure of the Grand Cophta.
"Ah, he has put the pocket book and the package with the hair in the pocket of the coat that lies on the sleeping man's bed." "Of what color is this coat?" "I cannot see, exactly; it is red or brown, lined with blue silk and covered with shining buttons." "That will do," said the Grand Cophta; "you can go to bed, child." He stooped down over the child and breathed on her forehead.
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