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Updated: May 3, 2025
He had hardly sat down to dinner, before his cook announced the arrival of the citoyen and citoyenne Brazier. "Sit down," said the doctor to the uncle and niece. Flore and her guardian, still barefooted, looked round the doctor's dining-room with wondering eyes; never having seen its like before.
Now, how shall I word it?" he said, taking up a pen; and Harry dictated: "I hereby recommend Citizen Henri Sandwith, age 19, who has been acting as my confidential secretary, to all public authorities, together with Citoyenne Moulin and her two grandchildren, with whom he is travelling." To this Robespierre signed his name and handed the paper to Harry.
"Easy! you seem to forget that there are six feet of Sir Percy Blakeney, and a long line of ancestors to stand between Lady Blakeney and such a thing as you propose." "For the sake of France, citoyenne!" reiterated Chauvelin, earnestly. "Tush, man, you talk nonsense anyway; for even if you did know who this Scarlet Pimpernel is, you could do nothing to him an Englishman!"
But I had previously instructed Rose that we were to assume our mother's maiden name Maurice. As the citizen and citoyenne Maurice, accordingly, we passed out of prison under the same name we have lived ever since in hiding here. Our past repose has depended, our future happiness will depend, on our escape from death being kept the profoundest secret among us three.
They are very culpable, the men who, in the desperate situation we are in, have arrested the flowing torrent of popular justice!" "Henry," interrupted the citoyenne Rochemaure, "pass me that scent bottle, please...." On reaching home, Gamelin found his mother and old Brotteaux playing a game of piquet by the light of a smoky tallow-candle.
He was, in fact, the same young soldier he had come upon a fortnight previously haranguing the people from the arcades of the Théâtre de la Nation. The citoyenne Rochemaure introduced him by name: "The citoyen Henry, Member of the Revolutionary Committee of the Section of the Rights of Man." She had him always at her heels, a mirror of gallantry and a living and walking guarantee of patriotism.
"This is La Belle Citoyenne, belonging to the Republican Government of France," was the answer. To which was added by several men in chorus, "We serve no King no, no!" "But we do!" cried Paul Pringle. "And right glad we are to serve him. Hurrah, boys, for King George and Old England! Hurrah! hurrah!" Three hearty cheers burst from the throats of the British tars.
"Lady Anne was very good to me. She gave me an education. Only for her the thing I am would not be possible. And I mean to be more than that. Do you know that I am writing a book?" "A novel? Poems?" "That is what my father's daughter ought to be doing. No it is a book on the Economic Conditions of Women's Work." "It is sure to be good, citoyenne." "I am a revolutionary," she said seriously.
Dumont appears in a morning-gown, seats himself and listens to the petitioner. "Sit down, citoyenne." He takes her on his lap, thrusts his hand in her bosom and exclaims: "Who would suppose that the bust of a marchioness would feel so soft to one of the people's representatives." The sans-culottes shout with laughter. He sends the poor woman away and keeps her husband locked up.
The citoyenne Thévenin, an innkeeper's daughter herself, was in her element; not satisfied with the way the farm-girl had washed the plates and dishes, she gave an extra wipe to the crockery and glass, an extra polish to the knives and forks.
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