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." "To the point, I pray you, citoyen," she said lightly; "the music is entrancing, and the audience will get impatient of your talk." "One moment, citoyenne.

The day on which I had the honour of meeting you at Dover, and less than an hour after I had your final answer, I obtained possession of some papers, which revealed another of those subtle schemes for the escape of a batch of French aristocrats--that traitor de Tournay amongst others--all organized by that arch-meddler, the Scarlet Pimpernel.

Some of the threads, too, of this mysterious organization have come into my hands, but not all, and I want you--nay! you MUST help me to gather them together." Marguerite seemed to have listened to him with marked impatience; she now shrugged her shoulders and said gaily-- "Bah! man.

Have I not already told you that I care nought about your schemes or about the Scarlet Pimpernel.