Emmuska Orczy Quotes

#1. Women have done strange things; they are a far greater puzzle to the student of human nature than the sterner, less complex sex has ever been.

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#2. The invigorating scent of the sea was nectar to her wearied body, the immensity of the lonely cliffs was silent and dreamlike. Her brain only remained conscious of its ceaseless, its intolerable torture of uncertainty.

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#3. And in repose one might have admired so fine a specimen of English manhood, until the foppish ways, the affected movements, the perpetual inane laugh, brought one's admiration of Sir Percy Blakeney to an abrupt close.

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#4. She said nothing, and Sir Andrew, too, was silent, yet those two young people understood one another, as young people have a way of doing all the world over, and have done since the world began.

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#5. Among the hard lessons which varying Fortune teaches to those whom she most neglects, there is none so useful as self-control.

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#6. Sink me! Your taylors have betrayed you! T'wood serve you better to send THEM to Madam Guillotine

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#7. A woman's heart is such a complex problem - the owner thereof is often most incompetent to find the solution to this puzzle.

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#8. Idyllic follies never last, my little Chauvelin ... They come upon us like the measles ... and are as easily cured.

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#9. The evil we do, Monsieur, is within us; it does not come from circumstance.

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#10. He was calmly eating his soup, laughing with pleasant good-humour, as if he had come all the way to Calais for the express purpose of enjoying supper at this filthy inn, in the company of his arch-enemy.

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#11. The weariest nights, the longest days, sooner or later must perforce come to an end.

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#12. No! The captain of the guard was that damned Englishman in disguise, and everyone of his soldiers aristos! The

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#13. She looks very virtuous and very melancholy."
"Virtue is like the precious odors, most fragrant when it is crushed.

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#14. She stood there before them, in all the unconscious insolence of beauty, and

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#15. Virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when it is crushed.

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#16. Tis only in the future you can prove your true worth.

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#17. Hers was the perfect love that dwells on the other's happiness, and not on its own. She knew that, though for the time being he would find bliss and oblivion in her arms, he would soon repine in inactivity whilst others fought for that which he held sublime.

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#18. Too late, my dear Monsieur Chambertin! Sir Percy's mocking voice broke in,

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#19. They seek him here, they seek him there
Those Frenchies seek him everywhere
Is he in heaven or is he in hell?
That demned elusive Pimpernel

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#20. His pride and her beauty had been in direct conflict, and his pride had remained the conqueror.

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#21. No man who has played a role on the world stage has ever been without his detractors, and only a few have been without their apologists.

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#22. Sport, Madame la Comtesse, sport," asserted Lord Antony, with his jovial, loud and pleasant voice; "we are a nation of sportsmen, you know, and just now it is the fashion to pull the hare from between the teeth of the hound." "Ah,

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#23. It is only in our beautiful France that wholesale slaughter is done lawfully, in the name of liberty and of brotherly love

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#24. When will you give up these mad adventures, and leave others to fight their own battles and to save their own lives as best they may?'
When your ladyship has ceased to be the most admired woman in Europe, namely, when I am in my grave.

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#25. She, too, had worn a mask in assuming a contempt for him, whilst, as a matter of fact, she completely misunderstood him

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#26. Even the sparrows on the house-tops are objects of suspicion.

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#27. Odd's fish, m'dear! The man can't even tie his own cravat!

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#28. In his mind he vaguely pondered whether he should strike that long-legged Englishman in the face and call him a coward, or whether such conduct in a lady's presence might be deemed ungentlemanly, when Marguerite happily interposed.

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#29. Money and titles may be hereditary," she would say, "but brains are not," ...

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#30. If we are to succeed, we must maintain our anonymity, mask our identities. Even if it means suffering the mockery of others. Being taken for fools, fops, nitwits, even cowards.

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#31. She would keep him, keep his love, deserve it and cherish it, for this much was certain, that there was no longer any happiness possible for her without that one man's love.

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#32. I shall return, doubt it not. Such love as ours was not created to remain unfulfilled. Whatever may happen, believe and trust in me, as I shall in you, and keep the remembrance of me in your heart without sadness and without regret.

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#33. I take it, sir, that you do not approve of our new society."
"Approval, sir, in my opinion, demands the attainment of perfection. And in that sense, you rather overrate the charms of your society. I'faith, for one thing, it does seem monstrous ill-dressed for any society, even a new one.

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#34. Anonymity crowned him as if t'were the halo of romantic glory.

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#35. The moral crisis she'd just gone through made her feel indulgent toward the faults, the delinquencies of others. How thoroughly a human being can be buffeted and over-mastered by fate had been borne in upon her with appalling force.

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#36. We must prove to the world that we are all nincompoops

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#37. Strange! - I wonder when it got there? It is from the

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#38. During the greater part of the day the guillotine had been kept busy at its ghastly work: all that France had boasted of in the past centuries, of ancient names, and blue blood, had paid toll to her desire for liberty and for fraternity.

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#39. When a country goes mad, it has the right to commit every horror in its own wall

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#40. Her whole body stiffened as with a great and firm resolution. This she meant to do, if God gave her wits and strength.

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#41. You call him treacherous now, but you loved him once.' 'It is because I loved him once,' she rejoined earnestly, 'that I call him treacherous now.

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#42. You know my belief in bald-headed Fortune, with the one solitary hair. Well, I meant to grab that hair ...

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#43. He made her laugh always made her taste a strange and exquisite bliss when he held her in his arms.

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#44. Your conscience troubles you unnecessarily, and you see a deliberate intention in every simple act.

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#45. My wits supply, sir, what my sword cannot always command.

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#46. But in every century, and ever since England has been what it is, an Englishman has always felt somewhat ashamed of his own emotion and of his own sympathy.

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#47. Look at this limp cravet. And the sad state of those cuffs. I can hardly bring myself to look upon them.

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#48. The present is not so glorious but that I should wish to dwell a little in the past.

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#49. Pride had given way at last, obstinacy was gone: the will was powerless.

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#50. She, at least, ought to have known that he was wearing a mask, and having found that out, she should have torn it from his face, whenever they were alone together ... Her love for him had been paltry and weak, easily crushed by her own pride

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#51. Since then her life had been peaceful and happy. She had allowed herself to be worshipped by that strangely captivating lover of hers, whose passionately willful temperament, tempered by that persistent, sunny gaiety, she had up to now only half understood.

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#52. Thus human beings judge of one another, superficially, casually, throwing contempt on one another, with but little reason, and no charity.

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#53. It was asserted that these escapes were organised by a band of Englishmen, whose daring seemed to be unparalleled, and who, from sheer desire to meddle in what did not concern them, spent their spare time in snatching away lawful victims destined for Madame la Guillotine.

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#54. Mr. Hempseed shook his head with an infinity of wisdom, tempered by deeply-rooted mistrust of the British climate and the British Government.

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