Cagliostro and company; a sequel to the story of the diamond necklace; . ht sight of between the old wall-hanging and the wall In vain she asked that her hands mightnot be bound on the tumbril: they were p 226 CAGLIOSTRO AND COMPANY tied together with such force that the cureGirard, to ease her, had to press his handon her left arm during the ride. Thetumbril advanced slowly. Marie Antoinettewore a white skirt falling over a blackpetticoat, a sort of white night-vest, aribbon tied round the wrist, a cap ofwhite linen, like that of the women of thepeople, with a black ribbon. She hadvainly beso
Cagliostro and company; a sequel to the story of the diamond necklace; . ht sight of between the old wall-hanging and the wall In vain she asked that her hands mightnot be bound on the tumbril: they were p 226 CAGLIOSTRO AND COMPANY tied together with such force that the cureGirard, to ease her, had to press his handon her left arm during the ride. Thetumbril advanced slowly. Marie Antoinettewore a white skirt falling over a blackpetticoat, a sort of white night-vest, aribbon tied round the wrist, a cap ofwhite linen, like that of the women of thepeople, with a black ribbon. She hadvainly besought that she might go toexecution bareheaded. Her white hairwas cut close under her cap. She waspale, but had two hectic spots upon hercheeks. Her eyes were bloodshot, hereyelashes stiff and motionless. In theRue Saint-Honore the cart stopped fora moment, and a child, lifted up in hismothers arms, blew her a kiss, and thenclapped his little hands gleefully. Thequeen responded with a smile, and were the only tears she shed duringher passage to the J ..%«:-/ A J7^nA,..^/.U ^, -t Jfnurt f< , a,t4. ~^t^/J u ^,ef c/rjjt,. c\ THE QUEEN GOING TO EXECUTION. THE DEATH OF THE QUEEN 227 She mounted it with bravado, said thejournals next day, with an insolent air oftranquillity. She set her dress in order forthe execution herself. Citizen Lapierre, a good patriot, saw theexecution, and describes it in bad spellingand picturesque terms : Marie Antoinette,the hussy, made as fine an end as the hogof Godille our pork-butcher. She showedwonderful firmness on the scaffold and allalong the Rue Saint-Honore ; in fact, shewent right across Paris staring at thepeople with scorn and disdain; but where-ever she passed the true sansculottes neverceased to cry : • Long live the Republicand down with tyranny! The hussy hadthe strength of mind to go to the scaffoldwithout blenching; but when she saw themedicine actually before her eyes she felldown, done for
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