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Portrait of Emma Orczy Emma Orczy The Scarlet Pimpernel — Chapter XII: The Scrap of Paper (1905)

Sir Andrew had not uttered another word. Then it was that that extra sense became potent in Marguerite Blakeney. She could not see, for her two eyes were closed, she could not hear, for the noise from the ball-room drowned the soft rustle of that momentous scrap of paper; nevertheless she knew-as if she had both seen and heard—that Sir Andrew was even now holding the paper to the flame of one of the candles.
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Portrait of Emma Orczy Emma Orczy The Scarlet Pimpernel — Chapter XII: The Scrap of Paper (1905)

Marguerite contrived for the moment to evade her present attentive cavalier, and she skirted the fashionable crowd, drawing nearer to the doorway, against which Sir Andrew was leaning. Why she wished to get closer to him, she could not have said: perhaps she was impelled by an all-powerful fatality, which so often seems to rule the destinies of men.
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Portrait of Emma Orczy Emma Orczy The Scarlet Pimpernel — Chapter XII: The Scrap of Paper (1905)

The same feeling of good-humoured contempt which one feels for an animal or a faithful servant, made her turn away with a smile from the man who should have been her moral support in this heart-rending crisis through which she was passing: who should have been her cool-headed adviser, when feminine sympathy and sentiment tossed her hither and thither, between her love for her brother, who was far away and in mortal peril, and horror of the awful service which Chauvelin had exacted from her, in exchange for Armand's safety.
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