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." Citoyen Bibot spat on the ground to express his contempt for his comrade's stupidity.
"How did it happen, citoyen ?" asked the corporal.
"Grospierre was at the gate, keeping good watch," began Bibot, pompously, as the crowd closed in round him, listening eagerly to his narrative.

"We've all heard of this meddlesome Englishman, this accursed Scarlet Pimpernel.

He won't get through MY gate, MORBLEU! unless he be the devil himself.

But Grospierre was a fool.