"
La Corriveau clapped her hands, laughing a strange laugh, that
sounded as if it came from a deep well.
"Know her? That is all I know; she thanked me sweetly. I said so,
did I not? but I cursed her in my heart when she was gone. I saw
she was both beautiful and good,--two things I hate."
"Do you call her beautiful? I care not whether she be good, that
will avail nothing with him; but is she beautiful, La Corriveau? Is
she fairer than I, think you?"
La Corriveau looked at Angelique intently and laughed. "Fairer than
you? Listen! It was as if I had seen a vision. She was very
beautiful, and very sad. I could wish it were another than she, for
oh, she spoke to me the sweetest I was ever spoken to since I came
into the world."
Angelique ground her teeth with anger. "What did you do, La
Corriveau? Did you not wish her dead? Did you think the Intendant
or any man could not help loving her to the rejection of any other
woman in the world? What did you do?"
"Do? I went on picking my mandrakes in the forest, and waited for
you to send for La Corriveau.
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