Her look told him how great was his danger, and he sought to avert it by imploring her pardon.

"My pardon," said she; "at what price can you purchase it?
My innocence gone--my family lost to me--my brothers and sisters pursued in their own country by the jeers and sarcasms of their kindred; the malediction of my father--my exile from my native land--my enrolment amongst the infamous caste of courtezans; the blood with which my days have been and will be stained; that imperishable curse attached to my name, instead of that immortality of virtue which you have taught me to doubt.

It is for this that you would purchase my forgiveness.

Do you know any price on earth capable of purchasing it ?" The young man made no reply.

Theroigne had not the generosity to forgive him, and he perished in the massacres of September.