"Happy! such folly. Satan yokes people together to bring more
sinners into the world, and supply fresh fuel for his fires."
"My mistress thinks there is no happiness like a good match,"
remarked Fanchon; "and I think so, too, aunt. I shall never wait
the second time of asking, I assure you, aunt."
"You are a fool, Fanchon," said La Corriveau; "but your mistress
deserves to wear the ring of Cleopatra, and to become the mother of
witches and harlots for all time. Why did she really send for me?"
The girl crossed herself, and exclaimed, "God forbid, aunt! my
mistress is not like that!"
La Corriveau spat at the mention of the sacred name. "But it is in
her, Fanchon. It is in all of us! If she is not so already, she
will be. But go into the house and see your foolish uncle, while I
go prepare for my visit. We will set out at once, Fanchon, for
business like that of Angelique des Meloises cannot wait."
CHAPTER XXXIV.
WEIRD SISTERS.
Fanchon walked into the house to see her uncle Dodier. When she was
gone, the countenance of La Corriveau put on a dark and terrible
expression.
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