They had to gather what had happened how they could: the account was constantly interrupted with her sobs and self-reproaches.

She said she had ruined all she loved: ruined her sister, ruined her mother, ruined the house of Beaurepaire.

Why was she ever born?
Why had she not died three years ago?
(Query, what was the date at which Camille's letters suddenly stopped ?) "That coward," said she, "has the heart of a fiend.

He told us he never forgave an affront; and he holds our fate in his hands.

He will drive our mother from her home, and she will die: murdered by her own daughter.