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Baroness Emma Orczy
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 187 pages of information about I Will Repay.

Within the gates all was silent and at peace.  The sodden earth gave forth no echo of the muffled footsteps, which slowly crept towards the massive block of stone, which covers the graves of the immortal lovers —­Abelard and Heloise.

CHAPTER XXX

Conclusion.

There is but little else to record.

History has told us how, shamefaced, tired, dripping, the great, all-powerful people of Paris quietly slunk back to their homes, even before the first cock-crow in the villages beyond the gates, acclaimed the pale streak of dawn.

But long before that, even before the church bells of the great city had tolled the midnight hour, Sir Percy Blakeney and his little band of followers had reached the little tavern which stand close to the farthest gate of Pere Lachaise.

Without a word, like six silent ghosts, they had traversed the vast cemetery, and reached the quiet hostelry, where the sounds of the seething revolution only came, attenuated by their passage through the peaceful city of the dead.

English gold had easily purchased silence and good will from the half-starved keeper of this wayside inn.  A huge travelling chaise already stood in readiness, and four good Flanders horses had been pawing the ground impatiently for the past half hour.  From the window of the chaise old Petronelle’s face, wet with anxious tears, was peering anxiously.

A cry of joy and surprise escaped Deroulede and Juliette, and both turned, with a feeling akin to awe, towards the wonderful man who had planned and carried through this bold adventure.

“Nay, my friend,” said Sir Percy, speaking more especially to Deroulede; “if you only knew how simple it all was!  Gold can do so many things, and my only merit seems to be the possession of plenty of that commodity.  You told me yourself how you had provided for old Petronelle.  Under the most solemn assurance that she would meet her young mistress here, I got her to leave Paris.  She came out most bravely this morning in one of the market carts.  She is so obviously a woman of the people, that no one suspected her.  As for the worthy couple who keep this wayside hostel, they have been well paid, and money soon procures a chaise and horses.  My English friends and I, we have our own passports, and one for Mademoiselle Juliette, who must travel as an English lady, with her old nurse, Petronelle.  There are some decent clothes in readiness for us all in the inn.  A quarter of an hour in which to don them and we must on our way.  You can use your own passport, of course; your arrest has been so very sudden that it has not yet been cancelled, and we have an eight hours’ start of our enemies.  They’ll wake up to-morrow morning, begad! and find that you have slipped through their fingers.”

He spoke with easy carelessness, and that slow drawl of his, as if he were talking airy nothings in a London drawing-room, instead of recounting the most daring, most colossal piece of effrontery the adventurous brain of man could conceive.

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