ust have received a blessing from God! "

Andre smiled bitterly and turned his head away.

"A blessing from God? I''m afraid it''s more likely a curse from the devil!"

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Edith didn''t actually go to Lucile Desmoulins'' place today.①

She walked alone down the street, still sorting out her tangled thoughts.

At the other end of the street, a group of lower-class people came cheering along. The man in front led them, singing Carmagnole loudly while holding high a long wooden stake in triumph with his hand.

At the top of the stake was a woman''s head.

Like most people on the street, Edith was accustomed to such scenes and was not frightened.

However, the face of the head made her feel familiar.

If it is not too cruel to say so, the head, even with its expression of despair as it was chopped off, still showed some beauty.

When the crowds passed by, she finally remembered. It was the miraculous angel she had witnessed with the painter on the bridge over the Seine at the age of nine.