The scarlet pimpernel is no longer but a blood red flower. It takes human form as a French nobleman whose head re-attaches itself to his body after the kiss of the guillotine. The English fear to be near it, and in the bloom of spring the countryside is impassable. Whatever are the merchants to do?
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