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Updated: June 10, 2025
We have had few Queens in France who have been really happy. Marie de Medicis died in exile. The mother of the King and of the late Monsieur was unhappy as long as her husband was alive. Our Queen Marie-Therese said upon her death-bed, "that from the time of her becoming Queen she had not had a day of real happiness."
Lupin took from a pocketbook a double sheet of foolscap paper, unfolded it and handed it to Daubrecq, saying: "Here is an exact, detailed inventory, with consecutive numbers, of the things removed by my friends and myself from your Villa Marie-Therese on the Lac d'Enghien. As you see, there are one hundred and thirteen items.
And it was in consequence of this appeal that the commissary of police, who was at once informed, had proceeded to the Villa Marie-Therese, escorted by his men and a number of soldiers off duty. Lupin had a very clear notion of the danger from the first. The fierce struggle in which he had engaged against society was entering upon a new and terrible phase. His luck was turning.
All Europe is against him. I see we have arrived at the message." He rose and handed me the paper he held in his hand. I rose and received it, and read it standing. It was one brief line: "Louis: You are recalled. Marie-Therese." The blood must have rushed over my face. I had a submerged feeling, looking out of it at the priest. "Well, Monseigneur?" "It is like her heavenly goodness."
One entitled "Marie-Antoinette, correspondance secrète entre Marie- Thérèse et le Comte Mercy d'Argenteau, avec des lettres de Marie-Thérèse et de Marie-Antoinette." Entitled "Louis XVI, Marie-Antoinette, et Madame Elizabeth," in six volumes, published at intervals from 1864 to 1873.
I knew that she was towering between Marie-Therese and me a fearless palpitating statue. The devilish roaring mob shot above itself a forced, admiring, piercing cry "Long live the queen!" Then all became the humming of bees the vibration of a string nothing! Blackness surrounded the post-carriage in which I woke, and it seemed to stand in a tunnel that was afire at one end.
"Absolutely. The Villa Marie-Therese is ours to do as we please with." The chauffeur had kept his seat. Lupin gave him his orders: "Don't wait here. It might attract attention. Be back at half-past nine exactly, in time to load the car unless the whole business falls through." "Why should it fall through?" observed Gilbert.
Each brought her share: Margaret of Scotland and Charlotte of Savoy; duchesses of Austria: Eleonore, Elisabeth, Marie-Therese, Mary of England and Catherine de Medicis; and all the arch Marie Antoinette. Look at those pearls, Beautrelet! And those diamonds: look at the size of the diamonds! Not one of them but is worthy of an empress! The Pitt Diamond is no finer!"
It was in this, Chaillot's house, that the Pretender put up, and where he saw the Queen, his mother, who often stopped at the Convent of the Filles de Sainte Marie-Therese. Thence he set out in a post-chaise of Torcy's, by way of Alencon, for Brittany, where he meant to embark.
"Your royal highness," I said, speaking as I believed within my rights, "my sister tries to put a good front on my intrusion into Mittau." I took the coronet from my head and gave it again to the hand which had crowned me. Marie-Therese let it fall, and it rocked near the feet of the king. "Your sister, monsieur! What right have you to call Madame d'Angoulême your sister!"
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