| t last, toward the sixth month of her pregnancy, her body succumbed, the fever continued to take her and because of the violence of her illness, she delivered prematurely. She had the consolation of seeing her infant alive, to be assured that he would not be able to live and that she would not leave an illegitimate heir to her husband.
She expired a few days later and received death with more joy than anyone has ever shown; she charged her confessor to go, carry to her husband the news of her death, to ask his pardon for her part and to beg him to forget her memory, that could only be odious to him.
The Count of Tende received this letter not without humanity, and even with some sentiments of pity, but nevertheless with joy. Although he was quite young, he never remarried, and he lived until a very advanced age.
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