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Baroness Emma Magdolna Rozália Mária Jozefa Borbála "Emmuska" Orczy de Orci (/ˈɔːrtsiː/; 23 September 1865 – 12 November 1947) was a Hungarian-born British novelist and playwright. She is best known for her series of novels featuring the Scarlet Pimpernel, the alter ego of Sir Percy Blakeney, a wealthy English fop who turns into a quick-thinking escape artist in order to save ill-fated French royalty from "Madame Guillotine" during the French revolution, establishing the "hero with a secret identity" into popular culture.

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When they are gay, the waves echo their gaiety; but when they are sad, then every breaker, as it rolls, seems to bring additional sadness, and to speak to us of hopelessness and of the pettiness of all our joys.

Sadness, Gay, Echoes, Rolls

There is such wonderful balm in self-imposed sacrifice.

Balm, Sacrifice, Self, Wonderful

To love, for us men, is to clasp one woman with our arms, feeling that she lives and breathes just as we do, suffers as we do, thinks with us, loves with us, and, above all, sins with us.

Clasp, Love, Men, Thinking, Woman

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

Cravat, Fish, Man, Men, Odd, Ties

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.

Approve, Charms, Demand, Demands, Doe, Perfection

The weariest night, the longest day, sooner or later must perforce come to an end.

Come, Day, Ends, Night, Sadness

A surging, seething, murmuring crowd of beings that are human only in name, for to the eye and ear they seem naught but savage creatures, animated by vile passions and by the lust of vengeance and of hate. The hour, some little time before sunset, and the place, the West Barricade, at the very spot where, a decade later, a proud tyrant raised an undying monument to the nation's glory and his own vanity.

Barricade, Eye, Hate, Hour, Passion, Surging

Even the worst moments and the weariest journeys must come to an end.

Hope, Journey, Journeys, Moments, Weariest, Worst Moments

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

Casually, Charity, Judge, Judging, Littles, Reason

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

Cravet, Cuffs, Limp, Looks, State, States

In the chain of my life, there were so many links, all of which tended towards bringing me to the fulfillment of my destiny.

Chains, Destiny, Life, Links, Tended

. . . 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.

Century, Emotion, England, Somewhat

We must prove to the world that we are all nincompoops

Nincompoops, Prove, World

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

Brain, Brains, Hereditary, May, Money, Titles

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

Betrayed, Guillotine, Madam, Send, Taylors, Woods

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.

Done, People, Said, Two

music is the most absorbing of all the arts. It absorbs the mind of the artist, whether creator or executant, to the exclusion of every other consideration outside his own immediate necessities or desires.

Music, Art, Mind, Consideration, Desires

It does seem simple, doesn't it?' she said, with a final bitter attempt at flippancy, 'when you want to kill a chicken. . . you take hold of it. . . then you wring its neck. . . it's only the chicken who does not find it quite so simple. Now you hold a knife at my throat, and a hostage for my obedience. . . You find it simple. . . I don't

Doe, Hold, Knives, Obedience, Simple, Wring

It is only when we are very happy that we can bear to gaze merrily upon the vast and limitless expanse of water, rolling on and on with such persistent, irritating monotony, to the accompaniment of our thoughts, whether grave or gay.

Gay, Monotony, Rolling, Water

I have so often been asked the question: "But how did you come to think of The Scarlet Pimpernel?" And my answer has always been: "It was God's will that I should. " And to you moderns, who perhaps do not believe as I do, I will say, "In the chain of my life, there were so many links, all of which tended towards bringing me to the fulfillment of my destiny.

Answer, Believe, Destiny, Life, Perhaps, Thinking

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