Baroness Emmuska Orczy

Forgotten were the horrors of the guillotine, the calls of the innocent, the appeal of the helpless; forgotten the daring adventures, the excitements, the hair's-breadth escapes; for those few seconds, heavenly in themselves, he only remembered her—his wife—her beauty and her tender appeal to him.

to my shiftlessness, my penury, my freedom, eat my fill to-day, starve to-morrow