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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"The Prince of Graustark"

You can't deny
that, Lou. You heard her say it. You--"
"She didn't say Groostock," said his wife shortly. "And you forget
that she said she wouldn't promise anything until she'd met him and
decided whether she liked him."
"She'll like him all right," said he confidently.
"She will refuse to even meet him, if she hears of your silly blunder
to-night."
"Refuse to meet him?" gasped Mr. Blithers.
"I may be able to reason with her, Will, but--but she's stubborn, as
well you know. I'm afraid you've spoiled everything."
His face brightened. Lowering his voice to a half-whisper, he said:
"We needn't tell her what I said to that old chap, Lou. Just let her
think I sat around like a gump and never said a word to anybody. We
can--"
"But she'll pin you down, Will, and you know you can't lie with a
straight face."
"Maybe--maybe I'd better run down to New York for a few days," he
muttered unhappily. "You can square it better than I can."
"In other words, I can lie with a straight face," she said
ironically.
"I never thought she'd balk like this," said he, ignoring the remark.


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