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Updated: May 17, 2025
"You know that I and the citizens here are the carriers for citizen Legrand, the market gardener of Barency?" "Yes, I know that," said Bibot guardedly, "unofficially." "Then, unofficially, let me tell you, citizen, that unless we get to Barency this evening, Paris will have to do without cabbages and potatoes to-morrow.
He was explaining to the sentry that he had a message to deliver to the citizen commanding at the Porte Montmartre. "It is a note," he said, "which an officer of the mounted guard gave me. He and twenty troopers were galloping down the great North Road not far from Barency.
They are disguised as carriers in the employ of a market gardener, and have passports for Barency! ... The passports are stolen: the men are traitors escaped aristocrats and their spokesman is that d d Englishman, the Scarlet Pimpernel." Bibot tried to speak; he tugged at the collar of his ragged shirt; an awful curse escaped him. "Ten thousand devils!" he roared.
"What is your way?" "Through the Porte Montmartre to the village of Barency." "What is your business there?" This query delivered in Bibot's most pompous manner seemed vastly to amuse the rowdy crowd. He who was the spokesman turned to his friends and shouted hilariously: "Hark at him, citizens! He asks me what is our business. Ohe, citizen Bibot, since when have you become blind?
As the spokesman had averred, he Bibot knew every one of these men. They were the carriers to citizen Legrand, the Barency market gardener. Bibot knew every face. They passed with a load of fruit and vegetables in and out of Paris every day.
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