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He paused a moment, while the steel-like grasp seemed to tighten round her wrist; then he resumed in the same hurried whisper: Inside that hut, if again I am not mistaken, your brother, Armand St. Just, waits with that traitor de Tournay, and two other men unknown to you, for the arrival of the mysterious rescuer, whose identity has for so long puzzled our Committee of Public Safetythe audacious Scarlet Pimpernel. No doubt if you scream, if there is a scuffle here, if shots are fired, it is more than likely that the same long legs that brought this scarlet enigma here, will as quickly take him to some place of safety. The purpose then, for which I have travelled all these miles, will remain unaccomplished. On the other hand it only rests with yourself that your brotherArmandshall be free to go off with you to-night if you like, to England, or any other place of safety. Marguerite could not utter a sound, as the handkerchief was wound very tightly round her mouth, but Chauvelin was peering through the darkness very closely into her face; no doubt too her hand gave a responsive appeal to his last suggestion, for presently he continued: What I want you to do to ensure Armands safety is a very simple thing, dear lady. What is it? Marguerites hand seemed to convey to his, in response. To remainon this spot, without uttering a sound, until I give you leave to speak. Ah! but I think you will obey, he added, with that funny dry chuckle of his as Marguerites whole figure seemed to stiffen, in defiance of this order, for let me tell you that if you scream, nay! if you utter one sound, or attempt to move from here, my menthere are thirty of them aboutwill seize St. Just, de Tournay, and their two friends, and shoot them hereby my ordersbefore your eyes. Marguerite had listened to her implacable enemys speech with ever-increasing terror. Numbed with physical pain, she yet had sufficient mental vitality in her to realise the full horror of this terrible eitheror he was once more putting before her; eitheror ten thousand times more appalling and horrible, than the one he had suggested to her that fatal night at the ball. This time it meant that she should keep still, and allow the husband she worshipped to walk unconsciously to his death, or that she should, by trying to give him a word of warning, which perhaps might even be unavailing, actually give the signal for her own brothers death, and that of three other unsuspecting men. She could not see Chauvelin, but she could almost feel those keen, pale eyes of his fixed maliciously upon her helpless form, and his hurried, whispered words reached her ear, as the death-knell of her last faint, lingering hope. Nay, fair lady, he added urbanely, you can have no interest in anyone save St. Just, and all you need do for his safety is to remain where you are, and to keep silent. My men have strict orders to spare him in every way. As for that enigmatic Scarlet Pimpernel, what is he to you? Believe me, no warning from you could possibly save him. And now dear lady, let me remove this unpleasant coercion, which has been placed before your pretty mouth. You see I wish you to be perfectly free, in the choice which you are about to make. Her thoughts in a whirl, her temples aching, her nerves paralyzed, her body numb with pain, Marguerite sat there, in the darkness which surrounded her as with a pall. From where she sat she could not see the sea, but she heard the incessant mournful murmur of the incoming tide, which spoke of her dead hopes, her lost love, the husband she had with her own hand betrayed, and sent to his death. Chauvelin removed the handkerchief from her mouth. She certainly did not scream: at that moment, she had no strength to do anything but barely to hold herself upright, and to force herself to think. |
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