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Updated: September 14, 2025
When the Duc de Marny entered the final awesome stage of his gilded career, that deathlike life which he dragged on for ten years wearily to the grave, Juliette became his only joy, his one gleam of happiness in the midst of torturing memories.
Self-accused, and avowedly a traitor, Deroulede was not even asked if he had anything to say; sentence of death was passed on him, with the rapididy and callousness peculiar to these proceedings. After which Paul Deroulede and Juliette Marny were led forth, under strong escort, into the street. The Fructidor Riots.
"Nobody knows it, and it is even rumoured that the heir of the house of Querini is on the point of marrying a daughter of the Grimani family; but I shall certainly send the news to Venice." "What news?" "That Juliette is truly Madame Querini, since your excellency will present her as such to Louis XV." "Who told you so?" "She did." "Perhaps she has altered her mind."
Foucquier-Tinville suppresses a sneer, and the Citizen-President impatiently rings his hand-bell again. "Bring forth the accused!" he commands in stentorian tones. There is a movement of satisfaction among the crowd, and the angel of God is forced to hide his face again. The trial of Juliette.
When the curtains were drawn aside and the room filled with light, she had seen Juliette enthroned, apparently calm and placid, upon the sofa. It was instinct, the instinct born of her own rejected passion, which caused her to read in the beautiful girl's face all that lay hidden behind the pale, impassive mask. That same second sight made her understand Merlin's hints and allusions.
When the hail ceased beating on it, Juliette pushed back the soaked canvas, which had covered them like a roof, and lifted her face to the cooler air. The boat was rushing through the water, and close to Juliette's cheek, just above the gunwale, rose a curved wave, green and white, and all shimmering with phosphorescence, which seemed to hover like a hawk above its prey.
"And have you tell the sophs," blurted out Nettie Brocton. "Dozia Dalton you have spoiled it all. Didn't you see we had company?" "Never noticed the lovely Juliette. Never mind Julie, you may tell the crowd all you've heard," condescended the redoubtable Dozia. "We enjoyed having you and it is perfectly all right." "Thanks. Come over to our camp some night and I'll do as much for you.
The woman Juliette Marny, arraigned for wantonness, for an offence against public morals; the burnt correspondence, admitted to be the letters of a lover her hatred for Deroulede suggesting the false denunciation. Then the Minister of Justice allows an advocate to defend her.
She was also in that initial stage of enthusiastic piety which overwhelms every girl of temperament, if she be brought up in the Roman Catholic religion, when she is first initiated into the mysteries of the Sacraments. Juliette had been to confession and communion. She had been confirmed by Monseigneur, the Archbishop.
In that city she kindled the fire of love in the breast of Marquis Sanvitali, but the marchioness having caught her once in her own box, and Juliette having acted disrespectfully to her, she slapped her face, and the affair having caused a good deal of noise, Juliette gave up the stage altogether.
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