Book Excerpt: gates."What cart?" asked Bibot, roughly."Driven by an old hag. . . . A covered cart . . .""There were a dozen . . .""An old hag who said her son had the plague?""Yes . . .""You have not let them go?""MORBLEU!" said Bibot, whose purple cheeks had suddenly become white with fear."The cart contained the CI-DEVANT Comtesse de Tourney and her two children, all of them traitors and condemned to death." "And their driver?" muttered Bibot, as a superstitious shudder ran down his spine."SACRE TONNERRE," said the captain, "but it is feared that it was that accursed Englishman himself--the Scarlet Pimpernel."CHAPTER IIDOVER: "THE FISHERMAN'S REST"In the kitchen Sally was extremely busy--saucepans and frying-pans were standing in rows on the gigantic hearth, the huge stock-pot stood in a corner, and the jack turned with slow deliberation, and presented alternately to the glowRead More