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Any orders, sir?"
"Yes, pinch me, Hobbs."
"Pinch your Highness?" in amazement. "My word, sir, wot--"
"I just want to be sure that the dream is over, Hobbs. Never mind.
You needn't pinch me. I'm awake," and to prove it he stretched his
fine young body in the ecstasy of realisation.
That night he slept soundly in the Catskills.


CHAPTER III
MR. BLITHERS GOES VISITING

I repeat: Prince Robin was as handsome a chap as you'll see in a
week's journey. He was just under six feet, slender, erect and strong
in the way that a fine blade is strong. His hair was dark and
straight, his eyes blue-black, his cheek brown and ruddy with the
health of a life well-ordered. Nose, mouth and chin were clean-cut
and indicative of power, while his brow was broad and smooth, with a
surface so serene that it might have belonged to a woman. At first
glance you would have taken him for a healthy, eager American
athlete, just out of college, but that aforementioned seriousness in
his deep-set, thoughtful eyes would have caused you to think twice
before pronouncing him a fledgling.


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