We Must Prove To The World That

We Must Prove To The World That We Are All Nincompoops

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."

Fate Is Usually Swift When She Deals A Blow.

There Is Such Wonderful Balm In Self-imposed Sacrifice.

Now, When Their Glances Met, They Understood One Another. The Power That Lay Within Both Their Souls Had Met, And, As It Were, Clasped Hands. They Accepted One Another's Sacrifice. Hers, Mayhap, Was The More Complete Of The Two, Because For Her His Absence Would Mean Weary Waiting, The Dull Heartache So Terrible To Bear.