The moon was full and the tide was at its height, the coast of France, distant though it was, appeared a mere ghostlike shadow, ethereal and unreal.Narrator
To mankind in general the mystery of a personality is always fascinating.Narrator
Certain human crystals seem to contain a certain strain of flightiness, of irresponsible folly, which will break forth now and anon, in spite of wisdom and despite of common sense.Narrator
A woman never knows what she would do until she is faced by the terrible emergency, the awful catastrophe.Narrator
If you are in love, it seems that all the world must know it, and yet you wish to hug the secret close to your heart, and in her heart of heart.....Narrator
Such is the ignorance in England of continental customs.Narrator
A marriage of convenience! Not altogether, perhaps, and yet—yes—no doubt—it was a marriage of convenience. She loved him, she desired his love. But she would not show him that she cared. Let him think that her pride was unbowed. Let him suffer, even as he had made her suffer.Narrator
Those were the merry days, you know, before this sanguinary revolution.Sir Percy Blakeney
I wish Chauvelin could see me in this disguise. What he? Gad! I shouldn't marvel, but what I took a fancy to strangle him with mine own hands.Sir Percy Blakeney
The fugitives are quite safe now. Their boat reached the British schooner half an hour ago. I watched it with my glass all the way. The Day Dream is a swift sailor! She was built for me, you know!Sir Percy Blakeney
Zooks! your ladyship, it hath paid me to rescue so fair a damsel from such an ugly pack of wolves.Sir Percy Blakeney
Ventre Saint Gris! It was a sight fit to make the gods laugh and all the angels weep, an English milor disguised as a proveru French sansculotte.Citizen Chauvelin
I meant that the poor, weak woman whose cause I pleaded just now, will be as much lost to you when you hand her over to be branded as the wife of a traitor, as if you sent her under the guillotine.Marguerite
Sometimes, I feel that if I could only KNOW, it would seem less terrible; but this awful state of uncertainty... it is like that story of the sword of Damocles hanging above one's head....Marguerite