My gran pa met her. She had one son that died at birth, one daughter that wanted to die and a third child she never said anything to anybody about it except to the priest.. she asked the Lord to take her last child form the living. They were triplets.
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"Life was hard enough during the revolution, but it would have been bearable if she didn't have to cope with her son dealing with his depressions and continually escalating violence towards himself.
At first she thought it might merely be a reaction to the situation around them, but it became apparent that it was more deep rooted than that after he started hurting himself, claiming that god hated him and he wanted to be rid of this life.
Clutching her sons suicide note in her hand, she stumbles through the night fog in search of her son, not knowing if she wishes to find him dead and free of his misery or alive so she might try to help him out of the pit of his suffering."
This unfortunate old lady (albeit, a hot old lady..depending on the eye of the beholder), bore a monstrosity of a child. He never comes out for fear of being burned at the steak. countless times he has tried to kill himself, but his lack of eyes due to his disfigured birth has crippled him of even suicide. Perhaps mother finally understands that its time to give him a hand.
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November 12, 1795:
Jean has run off again. If Henri were still alive, he would've had the boy whipped for the things he says to me during the dark of night. But Henri is not here and the whole country has turned on its ear. I fear for my friends none of whom I've seen in weeks. When Jean leaves, he locks the doors and takes the keys.
I know not where he goes or whom he meets.
December 10, 1795:
I know now why Jean acts so cruelly. He had visitors last night. They were not shy to criticize those whom a mere ten years ago, they would have bowed before. I cry at night to think that things have fallen so, yet I dare not show myself in the streets. So many things have changed, but mostly Jean. He talks about the good of the country, about how it will get better, BE better than before.... but I see through those lies.
January 4, 1796:
I'm allowed out of the house now. It's more of a joke, really. HE'S fired all the servants, given me these ridiculous clothes to wear. You would laugh to see me now, dressed up like the merveilleuse, except I would die before you might see me. I still fear for my friends, and hope their children treat them better.
February 14, 1796:
Jean's gone completely mad! How he rants and raves like a madman at nights. He's drunk all day and brings those... those... peasants home at night. I can stay no longer - I'm leaving. May God take his soul and have mercy on mine! Henri, bless him, was no gentlemen, but never would he have sold me so cheaply for a few coins! As I write this, I cannot keep the tears from the page, nor my hand from shaking. I shall take my clothes and go. No where can be worse than here. Not even England....
She lies.....completely brokenhearted and in dispair....nothing will heal her or rid her of the torment she endures.
Years before the Revolution broke out she had already gone to exile in Bavaria. The condition of her son and the death of her husband necessitated her removal from court. Now she spends her days with bitter memories in the brooding presence of her deformed and hunchbacked child. No relatives or sponsors are alive anymore, and without financial aid she is left to whatever charity is bestowed her, while her dresses crumble into dust.
Lady Anna Bogart always seemed to be on the bad side of lady luck. Her parents died soon after her birth and she was sent to live with a nanny during her younger years. As she grew older she was blessed with an exceptional beauty, and happened upon a young French nobleman by the name of Darwin Atherton and was soon wed.
During their marraige they had three children, the first two of which tragically died during soon after birth, but the third, a son, Henry, was kept safe and alive under Anna's wing.
It was about the time that Henry was three when the French Revolution began and Darwin caught and hanged. Anna and her son fled to safety in England to live with relatives. She was only twenty five at the time but had already begun to get gray hairs from Henry's reckless antics. She tries to never leave his side for fear that something might happen to him, because things always do, even when she is there, so if she is ever seen without her son, she is rushing to and from rooms. Some of Henry's activities gave her more trouble than others. Like his love of knot tying, and one knot in particular, the noose...
In her last hours of despair she finds the truth. After his years of disloyalty, abuse, torment, and other horrors he wreaked upon his mother, her son had given her up to the rebellion as the final knife in the back. So he wrote in his final letter.
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