Goya and mr clement .2

Even until her death, she never forgave her father. Her father killed her lover, a middle-aged man who smelled of lavender, a French man.
The very last time I saw her was the morning before she was being sent to the guillotine. She said to me, 'father brought me to life, but long ago I gave my life to the middle-aged man who smelled of lavender. From the moment father killed him, I have been expecting today to come. I am going to see him soon! I hope my father will die in pain...'