Is it not for that you have summoned La Corriveau?"
"Yes, it is that, and still more than that!" replied Angelique,
clenching her hands hard together, and gazing earnestly at the fire
with a look of merciless triumph at what she saw there reflected
from her own thoughts distinctly as if she looked at her own face in
a mirror.
"It is all that, and still more than that,--cannot you guess yet why
I have summoned you here?" continued Angelique, rising and laying
her left hand firmly upon the shoulder of La Corriveau, as she bent
her head and whispered with terrible distinctness in her ear.
La Corriveau heard her whisper and looked up eagerly. "Yes, I know
now, Mademoiselle,--you would kill your rival! There is death in
your eye, in your voice, in your heart, but not in your hand! You
would kill the woman who robs you of your lover, and you have sent
for La Corriveau to help you in the good work! It is a good work in
the eyes of a woman to kill her rival! but why should I do that to
please you? What do I care for your lover, Angelique des Meloises?"
Angelique was startled to hear from the lips of another, words which
gave free expression to her own secret thoughts.
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