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And then we 'll enter Paris by the Porte d'Ivry and leave it by the Batignolles ; and everywhere your charming presence will lull the guards ' suspicions to rest . I pray you , come ! There is no time to consider ! At noon to-morrow , without a moment 's grace , my friend Sir Andrew Ffoulkes , who has the papers in his possession , will dispose of them as he thinks best unless I myself do claim them from him . '' While he spoke he continued to drag his enemy along with him , with an assurance and an impudence which were past belief . Chauvelin was trying to collect his thoughts ; a whirl of conflicting plans were running riot in his mind . The Scarlet Pimpernel in his power !