Percy Blakeney:
Devilish clever race, the French. How they speak that unspeakable language of theirs defeats me.
Citizen Chauvelin:
You flatter us, Sir Percy.
Percy Blakeney:
No, no. You've got the cleverest heads in the world. The only trouble is, you all go to pieces around the neck.
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