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to help and console. Sir Percy Blakeney had loved her once;he was her husband; why should she stand alone throughthis terrible ordeal? He had very little brains, it is true, buthe had plenty of muscle: surely, if she provided the thought,and he the manly energy and pluck, together they couldoutwit the astute diplomatist, and save the hostage fromhis vengeful hands, without imperilling the life of the nobleleader of that gallant little band of heroes. Sir Percy knewSt. Just well—he seemed attached to him—she was sure thathe could help.Chauvelin was taking no further heed of her. He hadsaid his cruel ‘Either—or—’ and left her to decide. He, inhis turn now, appeared to be absorbed in the sour-stirringmelodies of ORPHEUS, and was beating time to the musicwith his sharp, ferret-like head.A discreet rap at the door roused Marguerite from herthoughts. It was Sir Percy Blakeney, tall, sleepy, good-humoured,and wearing that half-shy, half-inane smile, whichjust now seemed to irritate her every nerve.‘Er…your chair is outside…m’dear,’ he said, with hismost exasperating drawl, ‘I suppose you will want to go tothat demmed ball…. Excuse me—er—Monsieur Chauvelin—Ihad not observed you….’He extended two slender, white fingers toward Chauvelin,who had risen when Sir Percy entered the box.‘Are you coming, m’dear?’‘Hush! Sh! Sh!’ came in angry remonstrance from differentparts of the house. ‘Demmed impudence,’ commentedSir Percy with a good-natured smile.118The Scarlet Pimpernel
Marguerite sighed impatiently. Her last hope seemedsuddenly to have vanished away. She wrapped her cloakround her and without looking at her husband:‘I am ready to go,’ she said, taking his arm. At the doorof the box she turned and looked straight at Chauvelin,who, with his CHAPEAU-BRAS under his arm, and a curioussmile round his thin lips, was preparing to follow thestrangely ill-assorted couple.‘It is only AU REVOIR, Chauvelin,’ she said pleasantly,‘we shall meet at my Lord Grenville’s ball, anon.’And in her eyes the astute Frenchman, read, no doubt,something which caused him profound satisfaction, for,with a sarcastic smile, he took a delicate pinch of snuff, then,having dusted his dainty lace jabot, he rubbed his thin, bonyhands contentedly together.Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com119
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The Scarlet PimpernelBy Baroness Or
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men, women, and children, who happe
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fugitive would prove to be a woman,
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the Scarlet Pimpernel. Within a few
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‘He deserved his fate!’‘Fancy
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had stepped hastily backwards, and
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CHAPTER IIDOVER: ‘THEFISHERMAN’
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setting her frilled cap at its most
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e he lord, yeoman, or peasant, the
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‘No,’ replied Mr. Jellyband, se
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his favourite hobby-horse, and had
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one o’ them murderin’ Frenchmen
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CHAPTER IIITHE REFUGEESFeeling in e
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pretty Sally,’ said the man who h
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‘Nay, my lord, I believe that the
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effusively, as he came eagerly forw
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gan.‘But, I say, supper!’ here
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at the supper table.36The Scarlet P
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Not one of those at the supper tabl
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sorrow and emotion had overmastered
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‘Oh! I wonder what he will say!
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stricken when the old hag spoke of
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‘Faith, Madame, I did hear some v
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CHAPTER VMARGUERITEIn a moment the
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‘My lady…er…h’m!…my lady!
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down a throne, and uprooted an aris
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curtsey to my lady.Suzanne’s swee
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CHAPTER VIAN EXQUISITE OF ‘92Sir
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fine day, just like that, without a
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generations had been notoriously du
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‘La!’ said Sir Percy, after a m
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mit, young man, what’s the good o
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a specimen of the goods you and you
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Page 72 and 73: in tears.‘Oh! Armand!’ she said
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Page 82 and 83: towards him.‘Chauvelin!’ she ex
Page 84 and 85: ‘No wonder,’ retorted Chauvelin
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Page 92 and 93: CHAPTER IXTHE OUTRAGEAbeautiful sta
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Page 104 and 105: The Comtesse smiled through her tea
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Page 108 and 109: ing to look at the intruder.Chauvel
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Page 120 and 121: CHAPTER XILORD GRENVILLE’S BALLTh
Page 122 and 123: But, above all, Chauvelin had a pur
Page 124 and 125: ‘Monseigneur,’ rejoined Chauvel
Page 126 and 127: curtsey.‘Madame,’ responded the
Page 128 and 129: which had fallen over everyone. ‘
Page 130 and 131: exacted from her, in exchange for A
Page 132 and 133: That the League of the Scarlet Pimp
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Page 140 and 141: CHAPTER XIIIEITHER—OR?The few wor
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Page 144 and 145: CHAPTER XIVONE O’CLOCK PRECISELY!
Page 146 and 147: Fate had willed it so. Marguerite,
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Page 150 and 151: ‘Yes?—And?’‘I also, fair la
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Page 160 and 161: ‘Chauvelin,’ she said at last d
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ingly into the shadows whence she h
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my dull wits cannot accompany you t
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have spoken before I married you: y
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ter a moment of silence between the
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lieve that but a few months ago one
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which…’She would have given wor
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tion of unbending pride, of fierce
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curtains and threw open the windows
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hold to be already astir.She certai
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whole frame shook with anxiety at t
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paid.’‘And mine will be at your
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any rate would not be at her door.A
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or…but Marguerite ceased to conje
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and irresolute.The door was ajar, a
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He may have wished to hide his love
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etween her exquisite dandy of a hus
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fugitive Comte de Tournay safely ou
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now—all at once…that part he pl
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steps, a groom came running round t
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eyes were fixed, her hands were tig
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ceed.And if he failed—if indeed F
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CHAPTER XXTHE FRIENDLess than half
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appeared.He had evidently been much
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these is Armand St. Just my brother
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sess for his sake; but I might be p
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shipped him, and who would gladly h
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over trifles of that sort.The coffe
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Evidently, therefore, he had been a
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the first time since many hours, a
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house, and Sir Percy Blakeney will
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lives of men, women, and even child
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CHAPTER XXIICALAISThe weariest nigh
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there was less hopelessness in the
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population, who turned with an oath
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threshold.Sir Andrew, however, had
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she would incontinently have fled f
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and tapping Brogard lightly on the
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‘But where is he now?—Do you kn
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‘As cautiously as possible!’ he
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Blakeney, who as usual had planned
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man for whom she had committed the
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her the use of another room? She wo
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CHAPTER XXIVTHE DEATH-TRAPThe next
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greater happiness than that.And the
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perhuman effort, not to fall sensel
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of them are to keep him in view. Th
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ing him to his death—nay! to wors
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second or so.Marguerite could not s
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ed by some of Captain Jutley’s me
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doubt something of the sort must ha
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the eyes, blue, yet deep-set and in
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ackward…. Eh?’But Chauvelin was
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CHAPTER XXVITHE JEWIt took Margueri
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dared not tackle him alone. Brogard
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Percy’s fate might still be hangi
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‘He took the words out of my mout
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‘How many gold pieces are there i
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emember, if you have deceived me, I
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an expressive gesture, whilst he la
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hide her dark figure from view, whi
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scented bit of France, there lurked
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limb; already she had guessed what
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nearer to it then. The hut is very
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guish, culminating in this awful de
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was sitting at the bottom of a roug
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so remember every syllable I utter,
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Chauvelin, in a tone that made the
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grasp the situation first, then to
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joy and hope, which yet she feared
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‘We cannot let her loose, that’
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‘Coming in quickly.’‘The scho
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til I give you leave to speak. Ah!
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dred feet away perhaps, from where
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ed as his murderer! let even he, wh
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as fast as their feet could carry t
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was no doubt now, that once again,
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small and white.‘Pick that up,’
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ing beside the prostrate form of Ma
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‘Answer!’ he again commanded, a
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ic and audacious Scarlet Pimpernel,
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in the knowledge that I do not leav
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whilst Percy had escaped, only to h
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would make her the happiest woman i
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‘I do know, dear…everything,’
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nature pretty well by now,’ he ad
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‘Sir Andrew!’ she gasped.Indeed
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‘We are not going back to Calais,
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Armand St. Just and the other fugit
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