“To His Majesty George Three of England. God bless him for his hospitality to us all, poor exiles from France.”"

" “I have heard speak of this Scarlet Pimpernel. A little flower—red?—yes! They say in Paris that every time a royalist escapes to England that devil, Foucquier-Tinville, the Public Prosecutor, receives a paper with that little flower dessinated in red upon it. . . . Yes?”
“Yes, that is so,” assented Lord Antony.
“Then he will have received one such paper to-day?”"


"“The women even, in France, have been more bitter against us aristocrats than the men,” said the Vicomte."

" somewhat abashed at the way his warlike attitude had been taken by the ponderous-looking Englishman."

"Now the Vicomte had no doubt vaguely heard that in England the fashion of duelling amongst gentlemen had been suppressed by the law with a very stern hand;."

She had spoken in English, so that all might hear and understand;."

"“and I am at liberty to forbid my daughter to touch your hand in friendship. Come, Suzanne.”"

"Suzanne’s sweet and dainty impulse had relieved the unpleasant tension."

 

“Armand St. Just a traitor after all,” he murmured."

“Will your ladyship stay the."

"honest Jellyband, whose rubicund face was set in its tightest folds, lest it should betray."

"Mr. Jellyband had gone to see to her coachman and men, and then had returned and taken up a position under the porch outside, just where Marguerite had first met Chauvelin about a week ago. "

"r. Jellyband, that, for the first time since many hours, a little smile began playing round the corners of her childlike mouth."

"She handed two or three gold pieces to Jellyband, who took them respectfully, and with becoming gratitude."

"Sir Andrew had no doubt guessed the many conflicting doubts and fears which raged in honest Jellyband’s head."

“It does not please me to hear your voice, but it does please me to give you certain orders, which you will find it wise to obey.”

“So it please your Honour . . .”"

"“A tall Englishman had a long conversation about three-quarters of an hour ago with a Jew, Reuben by name, who lives not ten paces from here.”"

"About five minutes later, Desgas returned, followed by an elderly Jew, in a dirty, threadbare gaberdine, worn greasy across the shoulders. His red hair, which he wore after the fashion of the Polish Jews, with the corkscrew curls each side of his face, was plentifully sprinkled with grey—a general coating of grime, about his cheeks and his chin, gave him a peculiarly dirty and loathsome appearance. He had the habitual stoop, those of his race affected in mock humility in past centuries, before the dawn of equality and freedom in matters of faith, and he walked behind Desgas with the peculiar shuffling gait which has remained the characteristic of the Jew trader in continental Europe to this day."

Indeed, she had wholly forgotten the devoted friend and companion, who had trusted and stood by her during all these hours of anxiety and suffering."

"In the meanwhile Sir Andrew Ffoulkes had cautiously worked his way down the cliffs: he stopped once or twice, pausing to listen for the whispered words, which would guide him to Blakeney’s hiding-place."

"But it is on record that at the brilliant wedding of Sir Andrew Ffoulkes, Bart., with Mlle."