He even gave
me her life! But he lied; he did not mean it. He loved her too
well, and meant to deceive me and marry her, and I have deceived
him and shall marry him, that is all!" and Angelique laughed a
hysterical laugh, such as Dives in his torments may sometimes give
way to.
"La Corriveau has betrayed her trust in one terrible point,"
continued she, "she promised a death so easy that all men would say
the lady of Beaumanoir died of heartbreak only, or by God's
visitation! A natural death! The foul witch has used her stiletto
and made a murder of that which, without it, had been none! Bigot
will know it, must know it even if he dare not reveal it! for how in
the name of all the saints is it to be concealed?
"But, my God! this will never do!" continued she, starting up, "I
look like very guilt!" She stared fiercely in the mirror at her
hollow eyes, pale cheeks, and white lips. She scarcely recognized
herself. Her bloom and brightness had vanished for the time.
"What if I have inhaled some of the poisoned odor of those cursed
roses?" thought she, shuddering at the supposition; but she
reassured herself that it could not be.
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