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“Had he but turned back then, and looked out once more on to the rose-lit garden, she would have seen that which would have made her own sufferings seem but light and easy to bear--a strong man, overwhelmed with his own passion and despair. Pride had given way at last, obstinacy was gone: the will was powerless. He was but a man madly, blindly, passionately in love and as soon as her light footstep had died away within the house, he knelt down upon the terrace steps, and in the very madness of his love he kissed one by one the places where her small foot had trodden, and the stone balustrade, where her tiny hand had rested last.”

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Book:The Scarlet Pimpernel
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The Scarlet Pimpernel

This classic adventure novel follows the exploits of a masked vigilante known as the Scarlet Pimpernel, who operates during the tumultuous times of the French Revolution. The protagonist, a wealthy Englishman, uses his cunning and resources to save French nobles from execution. The story is filled with intrigue, romance, and suspense, as the hero battles against the forces of the Revolution. more

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Baroness Orczy
Baroness Orczy

Baroness Orczy, born Barbara Mary Czerny, was a renowned British novelist. Known for her historical and adventure novels, she is best remembered for the Zorro series. Born on September 23, 1865, she passed away on November 12, 1947. more

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