![]() A great number of priests escorted the coffin, and unbeknownst to everyone, alone in her carriage draped with black, she bore on her lap the head of the man she had loved so dearly…. By the time Fouque had the strength to look at her, she had set Julien’s head on a little marble table and was kissing it on the brow Mathilde followed her lover to the tomb he had chosen for himself. He heard Mathilde walk hurriedly about the room. The memory of Boniface de La Mole and Marguerite de Navarre gave her, no doubt, a superhuman courage. He pointed to a big blue cloak on the floor what remained of Julien was wrapped up in it. Her look and her eyes were wild.įouque hadn’t the heart to speak or to rise. A few hours earlier he had left her ten leagues out of Besangon. ![]() ![]() He was spending the night alone in his room with his friend’s body when, to his great surprise, he saw Mathilde enter. Fouque succeeded in this mournful transaction. ![]()
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