The apartments of Caroline,
the hours of rest and activity, were all well known to Angelique,
who had adroitly fished out every fact from the unsuspecting Fanchon
Dodier, as had also La Corriveau.
It was known to Angelique that the Intendant would be absent from
the city for some days, in consequence of the news from France.
The unfortunate Caroline would be deprived of the protection of his
vigilant eye.
The two women sat long arranging and planning their diabolical
scheme. There was no smile upon the cheek of Angelique now. Her
dimples, which drove men mad, had disappeared. Her lips, made to
distil words sweeter than honey of Hybla, were now drawn together in
hard lines like La Corriveau's,--they were cruel and untouched by a
single trace of mercy.
The hours struck unheeded on the clock in the room, as it ticked
louder and louder like a conscious monitor beside them. Its slow
finger had marked each wicked thought, and recorded for all time
each murderous word as it passed their cruel lips.
La Corriveau held the casket in her lap with an air of satisfaction,
and sat with eyes fixed on Angelique, who was now silent.
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