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Updated: May 15, 2025
"But the woman? this Marie Fousard?" "She went her way, the broad road leading to destruction. We met never again, yet I heard, for there were those eager to tell such things. A year, and the prefect was dead of poison, but, before the gendarmes learned the truth, the widow fled by night taking much property. One D'Anse was her paramour, a sub-lieutenant of hussars.
Yet this tale has little to do with this service, however I love to dwell upon it. As I said, we were quartered in garrison at Saint-Rienes, and it was there I first met Marie Fousard, the girl wife of a Captain in His Majesty's Guard. She was a creature of beauty, Monsieur, with clear cheeks, lips of the rose, and great trustful eyes.
But, if you be not lost to all shame, grant me one favor, Marie Fousard." "What?" "A moment of time in which I may give absolution to this child of God before we die." "Pish! is that all? Go on with your fool mummery. I will hold back the savages till that be done, though the sight of it will but anger them." Eloise had sunk down against the altar, with face buried in her hands.
'Tis hard to associate crime with such young womanhood, to feel that evil thoughts lurk behind eyes soft with love and lips breathing tenderness. Yet behind the outer angel of Marie Fousard there was a devil incarnate. I was blind, crazed, helpless to resist an evil I failed to perceive. I loved her; in that passion all else was lost.
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