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All was silent now in the Rue des Arts, and in the grimy coffee-room of the Cruche Cassee two soldiers of the National Guard were lying bound and gagged, whilst three others were gaily laughing, and wiping their rain-soaked hand and faces. In the midst of them all stood the tall, athletic figure of the bold adventurer who had planned this impudent coup.
Close by on the right was the dismal little hostelry, "La Cruche Cassee," where Sir Percy Blakeney lived. Deroulede, as they neared the place, caught himself vaguely wondering what had become of his English friend. But it would take more than the ingenuity of the Scarlet Pimpernel to get two noted prisoners out of Paris to-day. Even if... "Halt!"
But when informed that, in accordance with the original, the drapery of one leg would have to be looped up above the knee, her ladyship used very firm language; and, though of course perfectly ladylike, would, rendered into masculine terms, have signified that she would 'see the painter d-d first. The celebrated 'Cruche cassee' of Greuze, was represented by the reigning beauty, the Marquise de Gallifet, with complete fidelity and success.
"Yes; I heard him tell Madame Deroulede last night that he was lodging with a provincial named Brogard at the Sign of the Cruche Cassee. I'll go seek him, Petronelle; I am sure he will help me. The English are so resourceful and practical. He'll get us our passports, I know, and advise us as to the best way to proceed. Do you stay here and get all our things ready. I'll not be long."
M. About, uses the same general idea in the fantastic plot of his "L'Homme a l'Oreille Cassee," and the risk of breakage was insisted on by M. About as well as by the inventive Australian reporter. Mr. Clarke Russell has also frozen a Pirate. Thus the idea of suspended animation is "in the air," is floating among the visions of men of genius.
'What do you say? said Mary disgustedly, keeping well to one side, though only the head moved. 'Cassée, it repeated. 'Che me rends. Le médicin! Toctor! 'Nein! said she, bringing all her small German to bear with the big pistol. 'Ich haben der todt Kinder gesehn. The head was still. Mary's hand dropped. She had been careful to keep her finger off the trigger for fear of accidents.
When she came through the rain, the eyes in the head were alive with expectation. The mouth even tried to smile. But at sight of the revolver its corners went down just like Edna Gerritt's. A tear trickled from one eye, and the head rolled from shoulder to shoulder as though trying to point out something. 'Cassée. Tout cassée, it whimpered.
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