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The Jew mentions that his name is Benjamin

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Lady Blakeney can see a small hut, and she begins to hastily make her way to it.

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She had made a solemn promise to Sir Andrew not to speak to her husband before strangers

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For a second Marguerite dreaded lest Chauvelin should order Desgas to search the place

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In him Marguerite at once recognised Desgas, Chauvelin’s secretary and confidential factotum, whom she had often seen in Paris, in the days gone by. He crossed the room, and for a moment or two listened attentively at the Brogards’ door.

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Evidently Brogard had a certain amount of respect for the tall Englishman, as he seemed to take some trouble in making the place look a trifle less uninviting than it had done before.

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Both Brogard and Jellyband’s inns act as small-scale representations of Orczy’s views on French and English society

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Sir Andrew isn’t happy, because if Percy is out walking around Calais, there is a chance he may run into Chauvelin on the street.

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Mr. Jellyband is suspicious of why Marguerite is meeting Sir Andrew in the middle of the night at an inn, but he is too polite to say a word.

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Sir Andrew obviously is trying to tell Marguerite that if they can’t get to Calais, Chauvelin can’t get there either and that for the time being at least, they can relax

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Lady Blakeney doesn’t try to deny her responsibility in Percy’s predicament, and she doesn’t offer explanations or excuses.

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The small red flower is symbolic of Percy’s true identity

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The Vicomte de Tournay was scarce nineteen, a beardless boy, on whom the terrible tragedies which were being enacted in his own country had made but little impression

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de Tournay seemed keener, more gentle, more innately sympathetic

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English jackanapes, headed by a man whose brain seems as resourceful as his identity is mysterious.

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here interposed Lord Antony, laying a friendly hand on the young Frenchman’s shoulder.

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Sir Andrew watched the little scene with eager apprehension. English though they were, they had often been in France

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poor bewildered Jellyband, who seemed at his wits’ end what to do.

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The laugh which accompanied this sally sounded perhaps a trifle forced and hard, but neither Sir Andrew nor Lord Tony were very keen observers.

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“The Scarlet Pimpernel?” said Suzanne, with a merry laugh. “Why! what a droll name! What is the Scarlet Pimpernel, Monsieur?”

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Armand St. Just, the brother of beautiful Lady Blakeney—though known to hold moderate and conciliatory views

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Aye, my lord. Sir Percy’s skipper was here just now. He says that my lady’s brother is crossing over to France

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Suzanne blushed again; she had lost count of time and of place whilst she had stood beside the fire

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“Know Lady Blakeney—the most fashionable woman in London—the wife of the richest man in England? Of course, we all know Lady Blakeney.”

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Lord Grenville himself came presently to tell her that her coach was ready,

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You will see the Scarlet Pimpernel, of course. But you do not know him.”

“No. But I shall presently.”

“Sir Andrew will have warned him.”

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For now, Sir Percy’s disguise appears to be working

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This lays out Chauvelin’s entire plan on how he will take down the Scarlet Pimpernel and outlines the novel’s upcoming events.

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Two hours more, and her fate and that of Armand would be sealed. In two hours she must make up

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Despite her struggle, Lady Blakeney gives up the Scarlet Pimpernel and hopes that his cleverness is enough to save him.

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“I think I see’d my Lord Antony’s horse out in the yard, father,” she said, as she ran across the coffee-room.

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And old Jemima, stolid in temper and solid in bulk, kept up a long and subdued grumble, while she stirred the stock-pot methodically over the fire

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his temper was growing more and more violent under the Vicomte’s obvious admiration for Sally.

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Only the two strangers in the corner did not participate in the general excitement. They were calmly finishing their game of dominoes, and did not even look once towards the door.

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Comtesse de Tournay de Basserive, but lately arrived from France, was a most conspicuous figure: dressed in deep, heavy black silk, with only a white lace kerchief to relieve the aspect of mourning about her person

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Lady Blakeney and Sir Percy’s friendship with the Prince of Wales establishes them as the very top of British society and reflects Orczy’s belief in the importance of the aristocracy.

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Sir Percy’s comment that he wrote his witty poem in the “tying of a cravat” is a subtle dig at his wife.

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Lady Portarles, a member of British high society. They all stop and politely converse, and it isn’t long before they are talking about France.

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The “red flower” is “well known” to Chauvelin and France because the Scarlet Pimpernel sends a notice each time he makes a rescue, and he has sent many notices lately.

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Marguerite is rationalizing what she is about to do. If she finds the Scarlet Pimpernel and turns him over to Chauvelin, the Scarlet Pimpernel will surely die but Armand will be saved.

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Lord Grenville’s ball is considered “the most brilliant function of the year” in London, and even the Prince of Wales is expected to attend.

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Lord Grenville assures the Comtesse that the Scarlet Pimpernel and his men will get the Comte out soon enough.

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Everyone is staring at Chauvelin because they can’t believe that this murderer of aristocrats is a guest in Lord Grenville’s private opera box.

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Sally is kind and beautiful, Jellyband is “worthy” and “honest,” and everyone is happy

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Mr. Hempseed turns to his host. “And let ‘em murder, says I, and be demmed to ‘em,” Hempseed says.

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Suzanne, joins the Comtesse at the hearth. “So this is England,” she says, looking out the window with “childlike curiosity.”

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Mr. Jellyband, however, is convinced of British superiority and doesn’t seem to worry about war.

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Sir Andrew Ffoulkes, who has just entered the room, with “unspeakable gratitude.”

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the Vicomte de Tournay, joins his family in the coffee-room and immediately takes note of pretty Sally setting the table.

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Scarlet Pimpernel and Mr. Jellyband gives credit to Lord Tony with bringing the aristocrats across the Channel.

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Bibot is “proud” to have sent “at least fifty” aristocrats to the guillotine.