The Elusive Pimpernel. Baroness Emmuska Orczy Orczy
Читать онлайн.| Название | The Elusive Pimpernel |
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| Автор произведения | Baroness Emmuska Orczy Orczy |
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Baroness Emmuska Orczy Orczy
The Elusive Pimpernel
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4057664653871
Table of Contents
Chapter III: Ex-Ambassador Chauvelin
Chapter V: Sir Percy and His Lady
Chapter VI: For the Poor of Paris
Chapter IX: Demoiselle Candeille
Chapter X: Lady Blakeney's Rout
Chapter XII: Time—Place—Conditions
Chapter XIV: The Ruling Passion
Chapter XIX: The Strength of the Weak
Chapter XXVI: The Terms of the Bargain
Chapter XXVIII: The Midnight Watch
Chapter XXIX: The National Fete
Chapter XXXI: Final Dispositions
Chapter XXXIII: The English Spy
Chapter I: Paris: 1793
There was not even a reaction.
On! ever on! in that wild, surging torrent; sowing the wind of anarchy, of terrorism, of lust of blood and hate, and reaping a hurricane of destruction and of horror.
On! ever on! France, with Paris and all her children still rushes blindly, madly on; defies the powerful coalition—Austria, England, Spain, Prussia, all joined together to stem the flow of carnage—defies the Universe and defies God!
Paris this September 1793!—or shall we call it Vendemiaire, Year I. of the Republic?—call it what we will! Paris! a city of bloodshed, of humanity in its lowest, most degraded aspect. France herself a gigantic self-devouring monster, her fairest cities destroyed, Lyons razed to the ground, Toulon, Marseilles, masses of blackened ruins, her bravest sons turned to lustful brutes or to abject cowards seeking safety at the cost of any humiliation.
That is thy reward, oh mighty, holy Revolution! apotheosis of equality and fraternity! grand rival of decadent Christianity.
Five weeks now since Marat, the bloodthirsty Friend of the People, succumbed beneath the sheath-knife of a virgin patriot, a month since his murderess walked proudly, even enthusiastically, to the guillotine! There has been no reaction—only a great sigh! … Not of content or satisfied lust, but a sigh such as the man-eating tiger might heave after his first taste of long-coveted blood.
A sigh for more!
A king on the scaffold; a queen degraded and abased, awaiting death, which lingers on the threshold of her infamous prison; eight hundred scions of ancient houses that have made the history of France; brave generals, Custine, Blanchelande, Houchard, Beauharnais; worthy patriots, noble-hearted women, misguided enthusiasts, all by the score and by the hundred, up the few wooden steps which lead to the guillotine.
An achievement of truth!
And still that sigh for more!
But for the moment—a few seconds only—Paris looked round her mighty self, and thought things over!
The man-eating tiger for the space