Juliette Drouet - Victor Hugo

Victor Hugo

In 1833, while playing the role of Princess Négroni in Lucrèce Borgia (see: Lucrezia Borgia), she met Victor Hugo. She abandoned her theatrical career afterwards to dedicate her life to her lover. Her last stage role was of Lady Jane Grey in Hugo's Marie Tudor. She became Hugo's secretary and travelling companion. For many years she lived a cloistered life, leaving home only in his company. In 1852, she accompanied him in his exile on Jersey, and then in 1855 on Guernsey. She wrote thousands of letters to him throughout her life, which testify to her writing talent according to Henri Troyat who wrote her biography in 1997.

Juliette Drouet died in Paris on 11 May 1883 at the age of seventy-seven.

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