This eBook has been formatted to the highest digital standards and adjusted for readability on all devices. Pierre Adet is a young revolutionary with a death sentence passed on him, whose father is hanged for his son's crime. Seeking the revenge against the Duc de Kernogan, Adet flees to England, becomes Martin-Roget and pursues Duc's daughter Yvonne, who is also a matter of interest of Lord Anthony Dewhurst. Lord Tony must seek the help of The Scarlet Pimpernel to save his loved one.
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Emma Orczy. LORD TONY'S WIFE: Scarlet Pimpernel Saga
LORD TONY'S WIFE: Scarlet Pimpernel Saga
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PROLOGUE. NANTES, 1789
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BOOK ONE: BATH, 1793
CHAPTER I. THE MOOR
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CHAPTER II. THE BOTTOM INN
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CHAPTER III. THE ASSEMBLY ROOMS
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CHAPTER IV. THE FATHER
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CHAPTER V. THE NEST
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CHAPTER VI. THE SCARLET PIMPERNEL
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CHAPTER VII. MARGUERITE
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CHAPTER VIII. THE ROAD TO PORTISHEAD
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CHAPTER IX. THE COAST OF FRANCE
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BOOK TWO: NANTES, DECEMBER, 1793
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CHAPTER II. LE BOUFFAY
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CHAPTER III. THE FOWLERS
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CHAPTER IV. THE NET
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CHAPTER V. THE MESSAGE OF HOPE
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CHAPTER VI. THE RAT MORT
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CHAPTER VII. THE FRACAS IN THE TAVERN
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CHAPTER VIII. THE ENGLISH ADVENTURERS
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CHAPTER IX. THE PROCONSUL
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CHAPTER X. LORD TONY
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Emma Orczy
PROLOGUE NANTES, 1789
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"And just to punish you, my fine lady," he said in a whisper which sent a shudder of horror right through her, "to punish you for what you are, the brood of tyrants, proud, disdainful, a budding tyrant yourself, to punish you for every misery my mother and sister have had to endure, for every luxury which you have enjoyed, I will kiss you on the lips and the cheeks and just between your white throat and chin and never as long as you live if you die this night or live to be an hundred will you be able to wash off those kisses showered upon you by one who hates and loathes you — a miserable peasant whom you despise and who in your sight is lower far than your dogs."
Yvonne, with eyes closed, hardly breathed, but through the veil of semi-consciousness which mercifully wrapped her senses, she could still hear those awful words, and feel the pollution of those loathsome kisses with which — true to his threat — this creature — half man, wholly devil, whom she could not see, but whom she hated and feared as she would Satan himself — now covered her face and throat.
