The Triumph of the Scarlet Pimpernel - Baroness Orczy (the little red hen read aloud .txt) 📗

The Triumph of the Scarlet Pimpernel

By Baroness Orczy.

Table of Contents Titlepage Imprint I: “The Everlasting Stars Look Down, Like Glistening Eyes Bright with Immortal Pity, Over the Lot of Man.” I II II: Feet of Clay I II III III: The Fellowship of Grief I II III IV IV: One Dram of Joy Must Have a Pound of Care I II V: Rascality Rejoices I II III IV VI: One Crowded Hour of Glorious Life I II VII: Two Interludes I II VIII: The Beautiful Spaniard I II III IX: A Hideous, Fearful Hour I II III X: The Grim Idol That the World Adores I II XI: Strange Happenings I II XII: Chauvelin XIII: The Fisherman’s Rest I II III IV XIV: The Castaway I II XV: The Nest I II III XVI: A Lover of Sport XVII: Reunion I II XVIII: Night and Morning I II III XIX: A Rencontre I II III IV XX: Departure I II III XXI: Memories I II III XXII: Waiting I II XXIII: Mice and Men I II III XXIV: By Order of the State I II III IV V XXV: Four Days XXVI: A Dream XXVII: Terror or Ambition XXVIII: In the Meanwhile I II XXIX: The Close of the Second Day I II XXX: When the Storm Burst I II III XXXI: Our Lady of Pity I II XXXII: Grey Dawn I II XXXIII: The Cataclysm I II III XXXIV: The Whirlwind I II III IV V VI VII Colophon Uncopyright Imprint

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I “The Everlasting Stars Look Down, Like Glistening Eyes Bright with Immortal Pity, Over the Lot of Man.” I

Nearly five years have gone by!

Five years, since the charred ruins of grim Bastille⁠—stone image of Absolutism and of Autocracy⁠—set the seal of victory upon the expression of a people’s will and marked the beginning of that marvellous era of Liberty and of Fraternity which has led us step by step from the dethronement of a King, through the martryrdom of countless innocents, to the tyranny of an oligarchy more arbitrary, more relentless, above all more cruel, than any that the dictators of Rome or Stamboul ever dream of in their wildest thirst for power. An era that sees a populace always clamouring for the Millennium, which ranting demagogues have never ceased to promise: a Millennium to be achieved alternatively through the extermination of Aristocracy, of Titles, of Riches, and the abrogation of Priesthood: through dethroned royalty and desecrated altars, through an army without leadership, or an Assembly without power.

They have never ceased to prate, these frothy rhetoricians! And the people went on, vaguely believing that one day, soon, that Millennium would surely come, after seas of blood had purged the soil of France from the last vestige of bygone oppression, and after her sons and daughters had been massacred in their thousands and their tens of thousands, until their headless bodies had built up a veritable scaling ladder for the tottering feet of lustful climbers, and these in their turn had perished to make way for other ranters, other speechmakers, a new Demosthenes or long-tongued Cicero.

Inevitably these too perished, one by one, irrespective of their virtues or their vices, their errors or their ideals: Vergniaud, the enthusiast, and Desmoulins, the irresponsible; Barnave, the just, and Chaumette, the blasphemer; Hébert, the carrion, and Danton, the power. All, all have perished, one after the other: victims of their greed and of their crimes⁠—they and their adherents and their enemies. They slew and were slain in their turn. They struck blindly, like raging beasts, most of them for fear lest they too should be struck by beasts more furious than they. All have perished; but not before their iniquities have forever sullied what might have been the most glorious page in the history of France⁠—her fight for Liberty. Because of these monsters⁠—and of a truth there were only a few⁠—the fight, itself sublime in its ideals, noble in its conception, has become abhorrent to the rest of mankind.

But they, arraigned at the bar of history, what have they to say, what to show as evidence of their patriotism, of the purity of their intentions?

On this day of April, 1794, year II of the New Calendar, eight thousand men, women, and not a