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Mademoiselle's innocent little ways, her desire for the prolongation of his visit, further addled his brain. De Batz had undoubtedly spoken of an Englishman, and the cousin from Orleans was certainly a Frenchman every inch of him.
"Yes," said de Batz calmly, "but not by your friend the Scarlet Pimpernel." "Why not?" Scarce were those two little words out of St. Just's mouth than he repented of them. He bit his lip, and with a dark frown upon his face he turned almost defiantly towards his friend. But de Batz smiled with easy bonhomie. "Ah, friend Armand," he said, "you were not cut out for diplomacy, nor yet for intrigue.
The excuse hovered on his lips, de Batz reluctantly was preparing to bid him good-bye, when Celimene, speaking common-place words enough in answer to her quarrelsome lover, caused him to drop the hand which he was holding out to his friend and to turn back towards the stage. It was an exquisite voice that had spoken a voice mellow and tender, with deep tones in it that betrayed latent power.
"Call him what you like," said Heron, taking a step nearer to de Batz, and from his great height glowering down in fierce hatred and rage upon his accomplice; "call the young devil what you like, but leave us to deal with him." "To kill him, you mean? Well, how can I prevent it, my friend?" "You and your like are always plotting to get him out of here. I won't have it. I tell you I won't have it.
It seemed as if all that was necessary to be done was to select a night for the escape when the chief outlets of the Temple should be guarded by Cortey's men; and De Batz, who was at home in every thing that required manoeuvre or contrivance, had provided dresses to disguise the persons of the whole family while in the Temple, and passports and conveyances to secure their escape the moment they were outside the gates.
While de Batz did as he was told, she turned to Armand and said with a pretty tone of interrogation in her melodious voice: "Monsieur?" "St. Just, at your service, mademoiselle," said Armand, bowing very low in the most approved style obtaining at the English Court. "St. Just?" she repeated, a look of puzzlement in her brown eyes. "Surely " "A kinsman of citizen St.
Plans are formed for the Queen's Escape by MM. Jarjayes, Toulan, and by the Baron de Batz. Marie Antoinette refuses to leave her Son. Illness of the young King. Overthrow of the Girondins. Insanity of the Woman Tison. Kindness of the Queen to her. Her Son is taken from her, and intrusted to Simon. His Ill-treatment. The Queen is removed to the Conciergerie.
"Let us go," and she pointed to the tower of Batz, which arrested the eye by its immense pile placed there like a pyramid; but a slender, delicately outlined pyramid, a pyramid so poetically ornate that the imagination figured in it the earliest ruin of a great Asiatic city. We advanced a few steps and sat down upon the portion of a large rock which was still in the shade.
At each gate he waited for the little procession to file through, then he re-locked the gate and passed on. Up two or three flights of winding stairs set in the solid stone, and the final heavy door was reached. De Batz was meditating. Heron's precautions for the safe-guarding of the most precious life in Europe were more complete than he had anticipated.
The voice, of a smooth, oily timbre, as if the owner kept it well greased for purposes of amiable speech, was like an echo of the past, when jolly, irresponsible Baron de Batz, erst-while officer of the Guard in the service of the late King, and since then known to be the most inveterate conspirator for the restoration of the monarchy, used to amuse Marguerite by his vapid, senseless plans for the overthrow of the newly-risen power of the people.
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