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I Will Repay was written by Baroness Emmuska Orzcy and originally published in 1906, this is a sequel novel to the Scarlet Pimpernel. The second Pimpernel book written by Orzcy, it comes (chronologically) third in the series and should be read after Sir Percy Leads the Band and before The Elusive Pimpernel. The story starts before the French revolution. It's 1783 and wealthy Paul Déroulède has offended the young Vicomte de Marny by speaking disrepctfully of his latest infatuation, Adèle de Monterchéri. Déroulède had not intended to get into the quarrel but has a tendency to blunder into things -- "no doubt a part of the inheritance bequeathed to him by his bourgeois ancestry." Incensed at the slur on Adèle, who he sees as a paragon of virtue, the Vicomte challenges Déroulède to a duel, a fight which Déroulède does not want -- for he knows and respects the boy's father, the Duc de Marny.

THAT DAMNED ELUSIVE PIMPERNEL!He's back again!One of the most famous characters of historical fiction, The Scarlet Pimpernel returns to save undeserving necks from the guillotine of the French Revolution.The world famous novel The Scarlet Pimpernel tells the story of an exclusive English club of aristocrats called "The League of the Scarlet Pimpernel," formed to save their French counterparts from execution. Who should be their secret leader, the Pimpernel himself, but the seemingly foppish Sir Percy Blakeny, who galloped into adventure and romance and intrigue with wit and aplomb.In I Will Repay, Sir Percy rides to dissuade his friend Paul Déroulède from a scheme to help free the doomed Marie Antoinette from prison.But little does the Pimpernel realize that Paul harbors in his household a young woman, Juliette Marny, bent on revenge. Juliette can cause the ruin and death of her unsuspecting host. But not only has Paul Déroulède fallen in love with her. . . . She has fallen in love with him!

I Will Repay was written by Baroness Emmuska Orzcy and originally published in 1906, this is a sequel novel to the Scarlet Pimpernel. The second Pimpernel book written by Orzcy, it comes (chronologically) third in the series and should be read after Sir Percy Leads the Band and before The Elusive Pimpernel. The story starts before the French revolution. It's 1783 and wealthy Paul Déroulède has offended the young Vicomte de Marny by speaking disrepctfully of his latest infatuation, Adèle de Monterchéri. Déroulède had not intended to get into the quarrel but has a tendency to blunder into things -- "no doubt a part of the inheritance bequeathed to him by his bourgeois ancestry." Incensed at the slur on Adèle, who he sees as a paragon of virtue, the Vicomte challenges Déroulède to a duel, a fight which Déroulède does not want -- for he knows and respects the boy's father, the Duc de Marny.

It's 1783 and wealthy Paul Déroulède has offended the young Vicomte de Marny by speaking disrespectfully of his latest infatuation, Adèle de Monterchéri. Déroulède had not intended to get into the quarrel but had a tendency to blunder into things - "no doubt a part of the inheritance bequeathed to him by his bourgeois ancestry." I Will Repay is a sequel novel to the Scarlet Pimpernel. The second Pimpernel book written by Orzcy, it comes third in the series and should be read after Sir Percy Leads the Band and before The Elusive Pimpernel.

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I Will Repay. PROLOGUE. I Paris: 1783. "Coward! Coward! Coward!" The words rang out, clear, strident, passionate, in a crescendo of agonised humiliation. The boy, quivering with rage, had sprung to his feet, and, losing his balance, he fell forward clutching at the table, whilst with a convulsive movement of the lids, he tried in vain to suppress the tears of shame which were blinding him. "Coward!" He tried to shout the insult so that all might hear, but his parched throat refused him service, his trembling hand sought the scattered cards upon the table, he collected them together, quickly, nervously, fingering them with feverish energy, then he hurled them at the man opposite, whilst with a final effort he still contrived to mutter: "Coward!"

It’s 1783 and wealthy Paul Déroulède has offended the young Vicomte de Marny by speaking disrepctfully of his latest infatuation, Adèle de Monterchéri. Déroulède had not intended to get into the quarrel but has a tendency to blunder into things – “no doubt a part of the inheritance bequeathed to him by his bourgeois ancestry.” Incensed at the slur on Adèle, who he sees as a paragon of virtue, the Vicomte challenges Déroulède to a duel, a fight which Déroulède does not want – for he knows and respects the boy’s father, the Duc de Marny.

It would have been very difficult to say why CitizenDéroulède was quite so popular as he was. Still moredifficult would it have been to state the reason why heremained immune from the prosecutions, which werebeing conducted at the rate of several scores a day, nowagainst the moderate Gironde, anon against the fanaticMountain, until the whole of France was transformed intoone gigantic prison, that daily fed the guillotine.But Déroulède remained unscathed. Even Merlin's law ofthe suspect had so far failed to touch him. And when, lastJuly, the murder of Marat brought an entire holocaust ofvictims to the guillotine—from Adam Lux, who would haveput up a statue in honour of Charlotte Corday, with theinscription: "Greater than Brutus", to Charlier, who wouldhave had her publicly tortured and burned at the stake forher crime—Déroulède alone said nothing, and wasallowed to remain silent.The most seething time of that seething revolution. Noone knew in the morning if his head would still be on hisown shoulders in the evening, or if it would be held up byCitizen Samson the headsman, for the sansculottes ofParis to see.