He
then grew suddenly still and said to himself, "I will sleep on it!"
and pillowing his head quietly, not in sleep, but in thoughts deeper
than sleep, he lay till day.
Angelique, who had never in her life swooned before, felt, when she
awoke, like one returning to life from death. She opened her eyes
wondering where she was, and half remembering the things she had
heard as things she had seen, looked anxiously around the room for
La Corriveau. She rose up with a start when she saw she was gone,
for Angelique recollected suddenly that La Corriveau now held the
terrible secret which concerned her life and peace for evermore.
The thing she had so long wished for, and prayed for, was at last
done! Her rival was out of the way! But she also felt that if the
murder was discovered her own life was forfeit to the law, and the
secret was in the keeping of the vilest of women.
A mountain, not of remorse, but of apprehension, overwhelmed her for
a time. But Angelique's mind was too intensely selfish, hard, and
superficial, to give way to the remorse of a deeper nature.
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