Rose Michel, a Drama, Tr. by C. Clarke

Rose Michel, a Drama, Tr. by C. Clarke

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1875 edition. Excerpt: ...of what I am saying I have now the clearest proof that Monsieur de Grandchamp is the most despicable of men--and that proof is there! (He points to the small bureau. The Countess. (astonished) There! George. Mother! Monsieur de Grandchamp, at my request, left France the day before yesterday for ever. The Countess (with indignation, rising) Ah! George. You see that Lucie had not deceived me. She is now more alone in the world than ever. Already heaven has permitted me to appear in time to save her from suicide. If tomorrow she found I should not return again she would die! Oh! I guess the word which is upon your lips! Farce! Do you know, mother, that it would be the supreme happiness of this woman, who has suffered so much, to hear that you forgive her for the love she has for me, and that I have for her. A love which is pure, I swear to you, for she knows and weeps over the grief she occasions you. Yes, in her reveries, she sees you. good as you are, offering her your hand, and allowing her to love you as the mother of him who, in the sight of God, is already her husband! Oh! but she knows that this is a mere dream, that happiness is not for her, that heaven stamped suffering upon her brow, and she will wait with the resignation of a Christian until God pleases to relax his anger against her. The Countess. George--if what you tell me and what you believe--could be the truth. George. Mother, why do you refuse to believe in good women, since you yourself exist!--you are silent--your countenance ceases to be severe Mother, have I rightly understood you? You forgive--you forgive us! Thb Countess. No, George, but sorrow has exhausted my strength, and I will now leave to God the care of enlightening you. George. Ah! mother! (gaily) Well, so more

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  • Paperback | 24 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 1mm | 64g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 123690480X
  • 9781236904805