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Title: The history of Hortense, daughter of Josephine, Queen of Holland, mother of Napoleon III
Year: 1870 (1870s)
Authors: Abbott, John S. C. (John Stevens Cabot), 1805-1877
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Publisher: New York, Harper
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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light too favorable to Napoleon. Wegive the narrative, however, of this very inter-esting interview in the words of Madame Ke-camier: ^ The next day, at the Ave Maria, I was atthe Coliseum, where I saw the queens carriage,which had arrived a few minutes before me.We entered the amphitheatre together, com-plimenting each other on our punctuality, andstrolled through this immense ruin^as the sunwas setting, and to the sound of distant bells. Finally we seated ourselves on the stepsof the cross in the centre of the amphitheatre,while Charles Napoleon Bonaparte and M.Ampere, who had followed us, walked about ata little distance. The night came on—an Ital-ian night. The moon rose slowly in the heav-ens, behind the open arcades of the Coliseum.The breeze of evening sighed through the de-serted galleries. Near me sat this woman, her-self the living ruin of so extraordinary a for-tune. A confused and undefinable emotionforced me to silence. The queen also seemedabsorbed in her reflections.
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INTERVIEW IN THE COLISEUM. 1824.) Peaceful Days, yet Sad. 273 Interview at the Coliseum. *^How many events have contributed tobring us together, she said finally, turning to-wards me, events of which I often have beenthe puppet or the victim, without having fore-seen or provoked them. * I could not help thinking that this preten-sion to the role of a victim was a little hazard-ous. At that time I was under the convictionthat she had not been a stranger to the returnfrom the island of Elba. Doubtless the queendivined my thoughts, since it is hardly possiblefor me to hide my sentiments. My bearingand face betray me in spite of myself. * I see plainly,she said earnestly, that youshare an opinion that has injured me deeply;and it was to controvert it that I wanted tospeak to you freely. Henceforth you will jus-tify me, I hope; for I can clear myself of thecharge of ingratitude and treason, which wouldabase me in my own eyes if I had been guiltyof them. She was silent a moment and then res

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