英 语 学 习 资 料 3(3)

‘Forgive me, François... We won’t even be able to be together even in Heaven, but I will never be the wife of another man.’
She always had a dagger hidden in one of the folds of her skirt, whenever she went riding alone in the woods. She took it out now, and stared at the tapered blade. In a few seconds, the blade would slide across her wrists. Maybe she was just flinging herself into the flames of Hell, but even Hell was better than this slow death that she was being promised. François had left her; her parents had betrayed her; there was nothing left to keep her in this world. At least she would never be vilified by that Plessus. Hell was far better than such a degrading life.