"No," she said. "God sees. Virtue is its own shield."
Juliette laughed. "No, dear. Hell is believing you deserve to suffer." mshahdt fylm Marquis de Sade Justine 1969 mtrjm
He did not strike her. He did not need to. Instead, he showed her the instruments: the pear of anguish, the wooden horse, the iron collar lined with velvet. "I will not use these," he said. "I will only ask you one question each night: Is virtue still its own reward? " "No," she said
The village took her in. She became a seamstress, mending clothes for pennies. Juliette fled to Italy, where she became a courtesan and died rich at forty. The Marquis de Gernande was found in his château five years later, dead of a fever, surrounded by untouched instruments and a single phrase scratched into the marble floor: "She was right." "No, dear