Then the lid was fastened down, shutting away forever the one who a few moments before was a woman of sumptuous charm upon whom men could not look unmoved.

The four planks now guarded merely bloody rags, mutilated flesh, broken bones.
The vehicle went to the cemetery of Vincennes, to the corner in which the executed were buried....

Not a flower, not an inscription, not a cross.

The lawyer himself could not be sure of finding her burial place if at any time it was necessary to seek it....

Such was the last scene in the career of this luxurious and pleasure-loving creature!...