The Triumph of the Scarlet Pimpernel · Character
Sir Andrew Ffoulkes
A steadfast member of the League of the Scarlet Pimpernel, whose loyalty to his chief is matched only by his devotion to his young wife.
supporting
Also known as Andrew Ffoulkes
First appearance: i the everlasting stars look down like glistening eyes bright with immortal pity over the lot of man
As a supporting figure in The Triumph of the Scarlet Pimpernel, Sir Andrew Ffoulkes is not background color—the story leans on what they do once the chapter opens.
A faithful and devoted lieutenant of the Scarlet Pimpernel, part of the expedition that rescued Madame de Serval and others.
Sir Andrew belongs to the splendid little band of heroes who gather round Marguerite Blakeney in England, sharing her secret grief and her pride. Cheerful, gallant, and utterly dependable, he embodies the League's blend of pluck and gaiety, the echo of the chief they all adore. His presence gives the rescue missions a human texture, showing what kind of men risk everything for strangers across the Channel.
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Marguerite’s realization that Bertrand Moncrif—a man her husband saved—has betrayed them, combined with her he…
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