"In my present position, it is well-nigh impossible!" "Nay, citoyenne," he said drily and relentlessly, not heeding that despairing, childlike appeal, which might have melted a heart of stone, "as Lady Blakeney, no one suspects you, and with your help to-night I may--who knows ?--succeed in finally establishing the identity of the Scarlet Pimpernel.

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You are going to the ball anon.