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Updated: June 8, 2025
The legend on which it is founded, a mediaeval myth here transferred to classical times, is also the groundwork of Browning's ballad, "The Boy and the Angel." Duke Virgil. The subject of this story is derived from Leopold Schefer's novel, "Die Sibylle von Mantua," though there is but little resemblance in the incidents.
I remembered the warning of Sibylle. 'I cannot come until I have learned what my duties with the Emperor are to be. When that is settled I shall come. 'Very good. Next week perhaps, or the week afterwards. I shall expect you eagerly, Louis.
You have seen your cousin Sibylle, and though her behaviour this morning is such as to prejudice you against her, yet I can assure you that she is a very amiable girl. She spoke just now as if she had mentioned the plan which I had conceived to you.
Octave Feuillet, a man of aristocratic birth, had set himself to write novels which portrayed the cynicism and hardness of the upper classes in France. One of these novels, Sibylle, excited the anger of George Sand. She had not known Feuillet before; yet now she sought him out, at first in order to berate him for his book, but in the end to add him to her variegated string of lovers.
As to my cousin Sibylle, it shall be written some day how she married the gallant Lieutenant Gerard many years afterwards, when he had become the chief of a brigade, and one of the most noted cavalry leaders in all the armies of France.
She rose as we entered, and I saw that she was tall and slender, with a dark face, pronounced features, and black eyes of extraordinary brilliancy. Even in that one glance it struck me that the expression with which she regarded me was by no means a friendly one. 'Sibylle, said my host, and his words took the breath from my lips, 'this is your cousin from England, Louis de Laval.
'But this dreadful man Toussac has not been taken yet, she cried. 'Have I not heard that a young lady is endeavouring to do what has baffled the secret police, and that the freedom of her lover is to be the reward of her success? 'She is my cousin, your Imperial Majesty. Mademoiselle Sibylle Bernac is her name.
'Those are quarrels of the last generation, and Sibylle and you represent a new one. My cousin had not said one word or taken any notice of my presence, but at this joining of our names she glanced at me with the same hostile expression which I had already remarked.
On the fly-leaf was written 'Lucien Lesage, and beneath it, in a woman's hand, 'Lucien, from Sibylle. Lesage, then, was the name of my good-looking but sinister acquaintance. It only remained for me now to discover what it was which he had concealed up the chimney.
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