The Triumph of the Scarlet PimpernelOrczy, Emmuska Orczy, Baroness
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The Triumph of the Scarlet Pimpernel
Orczy, Emmuska Orczy, Baroness
Adventure stories; Blakeney, Percy, Sir (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
The whole thing, then, was not a dream. Those assassins had taken his
Theresia and dragged her to prison, would drag her on the morrow to an
outrageous mockery of a tribunal first, and then to death! Who shall say
what wild thoughts of retrospection and of remorse coursed through the
brain of this man--himself one of the makers of a bloody revolution?
What visions of past ideals, good intentions, of honest purpose and
incessant labour, passed before his mind? That glorious revolution,
which was to mark the regeneration of mankind, which was to have given
liberty to the oppressed, equality to the meek, fraternity in one vast
human family! And what did it lead to but to oppression far more cruel
than all that had gone before, to fratricide and to arrogance on the one
side, servility on the other, to constant terror of death, to
discouragement and sloth?
For hours citizen Tallien sat in the dark, on the staircase outside
Theresia's door, his head buried in his hands. The grey dawn, livid and
chill, which came peeping in through the skylight overhead found him
still sitting there stiff and numb with cold.
Whether what happened after that was part of a dream he never knew.
Certain it is that presently something extraneous appeared to rouse him.
He sat up and listened, leaned his back against the wall, for he was
very tired. Then he heard--or thought he heard--firm, swift steps on the
stairs, and soon after saw the figures of two men coming up the stairs.
Both the men were very tall, one of them unusually so, and the ghostly
light of dawn made him appear unreal and mysterious. He was dressed with
marvellous elegance; his smooth, fair hair was tied at the nape of the
neck with a satin bow; soft, billowy lace gleamed at his wrists and
throat, and his hands were exquisitely white and slender. Both the men
wore huge coats of fine cloth, adorned with many capes, and boots of
fine leather, perfectly cut.
They paused on the vestibule outside the door of Theresia's apartment,
and appeared to be studying the official seals affixed upon the door.
Then one of them--the taller of the two--took a knife out of his pocket
and cut through the tapes which held the seals together. Then together
they stepped coolly into the apartment.
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