From The Scarlet Pimpernel (1905): |
by Baroness Orczy |
Chapter III |
The Refugees |
. . Lord Antony Dewhurst, one of the sons
of the Duke of Exeter, was in those days a very perfect type of a young
English gentleman—tall, well set-up, broad of shoulders and merry of face,
his laughter rang loudly wherever he went. A good sportsman, a lively
companion, a courteous, well-bred man of the world, with not too much
brains to spoil his temper, he was a universal favourite in London drawing-rooms
or in the coffee-rooms of village inns. At the "Fisherman's Rest"
everyone knew him—for he was fond of a trip across to France, and always
spent a night under worthy Mr. Jellyband's roof on his way there or back. |
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. He nodded to Waite, Pitkin and the others as he at last released
Sally's waist, and crossed over to the hearth to warm and dry himself:
as he did so, he cast a quick, somewhat suspicious glance at the two strangers,
who had quietly resumed their game of dominoes, and for a moment a look
of deep earnestness, even of anxiety, clouded his jovial young face. |
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. But only for a moment; the next he had turned to Mr. Hempseed,
who was respectfully touching his forelock. |
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. "Well, Mr. Hempseed, and how is the fruit?" |
. . "Badly, my lord, badly," replied Mr. Hempseed, dolefully, "but what can you 'xpect with this 'ere government favourin' them rascals over in France, who would murder their king and all their nobility." |
. . "Odd's life!" retorted Lord Antony; "so they would, honest Hempseed,—at least those they can get hold of, worse luck! But we have got some friends coming here to-night, who at any rate have evaded their clutches." |
. . It almost seemed, when the young man said these words, as if he threw a defiant look towards the quiet strangers in the corner. |
. . "Thanks to you, my lord, and to your friends, so I've heard it said," said Mr. Jellyband. |
. . But in a moment Lord Antony's hand fell warningly on mine host's arm. |
. . "Hush!" he said peremptorily, and instinctively once again looked towards the strangers. |
Comment: |
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Emmuska Orczy had published The Scarlet Pimpernel as a play in 1903. | |
Brad Pitt and Tom Cruise would quail at the thought of Lord Dewhurst, and Mr. Jellyband (applauded by Mr. Hempseed) would not welcome today's politicians into The Fisherman's Rest. | |