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'Don't say so, interposed Pimpernel, 'because that is not true. There is a poem on a Daisy that will ever be remembered, and I have heard some children sing a pretty one about Buttercups and Daisies, besides. 'Oh, of course you uphold these song-makers, because your name has appeared in print, she interrupted, with a toss of her bonnie petals; 'but no one has ever noticed me.
The Scarlet Pimpernel, who had tricked them, mocked them, fooled them so often, was there, not two hundred metres away; and they were thirty to one, and all determined and desperate. The darkness was intense. Silently now the party approached the house, then again they halted, within sixty metres of it. "Hist!"
Geraldine had it on her tongue's end that Alice would be difficult, for want of anything distinctive, but Felix and Edgar were both jotting something down, and Robina was before-hand with either 'Scarlet pimpernel, tortoiseshell butterfly, budgerigar, marmoset. No one answered, for Felix had pushed a slip of paper over to Alice, on which she read "'Forget-me-not, ladybird, linnet, kitten."
'twas not the death of the Scarlet Pimpernel we wanted... not the noble martyrdom of England's chosen hero... but his humiliation and defeat... derision and scorn... contumely and contempt.
The more she thought of the events of the past night, the less fear had she of Chauvelin and his schemes. He had failed to discover the identity of the Scarlet Pimpernel, of that she felt sure. Both Lord Fancourt and Chauvelin himself had assured her that no one had been in the dining-room at one o'clock except the Frenchman himself and Percy Yes!
The Scarlet Pimpernel is perhaps on our shores at this very moment! Our most stinging, most irritating foe is about to be delivered into our hands. Citizen Chauvelin's letter is very categorical: "I guarantee to you, Citizen Robespierre, and to the Members of the Revolutionary Government who have entrusted me with the delicate mission..." Robespierre's sensuous lips curl into a sarcastic smile.
"A nous deux," he muttered between tightly clenched teeth; "a nous deux once more, my enigmatical Scarlet Pimpernel." It was an exceptionally dark night, and the rain was falling in torrents. Sir Andrew Ffoulkes, wrapped in a piece of sacking, had taken shelter right underneath the coal-cart; even then he was getting wet through to the skin.
Sir Andrew Ffoulkes is a gallant gentleman, you may take your Bible oath on that, but he that fights the murdering frogeaters single-handed is he whom they call The Scarlet Pimpernel: the bravest gentleman in all the world."
Nice of you to come, and in such a gown too! The angels wear white lace thrown together by Victorine it is Victorine? I was certain! I'm sure. D'you like Pimpernel?" Her too lustrous eyes even Mrs. Wolfstein's eyes looked over-dressed devoured Lady Holme, and her large, curving features were almost riotously interrogative. "Yes," Lady Holme said. "Quite." "She's startled everybody."
Here they heard that the Duke of Mayenne, who commanded the force of the League, was approaching the Seine at Mantes with an army of ten thousand foot and four thousand horse. "We must mount at daybreak, gentlemen," Sir Ralph Pimpernel said, "or the forces of the League will get between us and the king.
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