A woman in filthy bodice and skirt, with face covered in grime, her yellow hair, matted and greasy, thrust under a dirty and crumpled cap.
A shout of rapturous delight greeted this uncanny apparition.
Juliette, like the true woman she was, had found all her energy and spirits now that she felt that she had an important part to play.

She woke from her dream to realise that noble friends had risked their lives for the man she loved and for her.
Of herself she did not think; she only remembered that her presence of mind, her physical and mental strength, would be needed to carry the rescue to a successful end.
Therefore with the rags of a Paris _tricotteuse_ she had also donned her personality.

She played her part valiantly, and one look at the perfection of her disguise was sufficient to assure the leader of this band of heroes that his instructions would be carried through to the letter.
Deroulede too now looked the ragged _sansculotte_ to the life, with bare and muddy feet, frayed breeches, and shabby, black-shag spencer.

The four men stood waiting together with Juliette, whilst Sir Percy gave them his final instructions.
"We'll mix with the crowd," he said, "and do all that the crowd does.

It is for us to see that that unruly crowd does what we want.