Pelham — Volume 01 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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extraordinary."
"Begone, Sir!" exclaimed Mrs. Green; "begone! I now perceive that your chivalry was only a pretence. Fool that I was to love you as I have done- -fool that I was to imagine a hero where I now find a--" "Pause, Madame, I will obey you--my heart is firm--see that the rope is--" "Gallant Monsieur Margot!" cried the lady: and going to her dressing- room, she called her woman to her assistance. The rope was of the most unquestionable thickness, the basket of the most capacious dimensions. The former was fastened to a strong hook--and the latter lowered. "I go, Madame," said Monsieur Margot, feeling the rope; "but it really is a most dangerous exploit." "Go, Monsieur! and the God of St. Louis befriend you!" "Stop!" said Monsieur Margot, "let me fetch my coat: the night is cold, and my dressing-gown thin." "Nay, nay, my Chevalier," returned the dame, "I love you in that gown: it gives you an air of grace and dignity, quite enchanting." "It will give me my death of cold, Madame," said Monsieur Margot, earnestly. "Bah!" said the Englishwoman: "what knight ever feared cold? Besides, you mistake; the night is warm, and you look so handsome in your gown." |
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