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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"The Prince of Graustark"


"I fancy you'd better go to New York," she said mercilessly.
"I've got business there anyhow," muttered he. "I--I think I'll go
before she's up in the morning."
"You can save yourself a bad hour or two if you leave before
breakfast," said she levelly.
"Get around her some way, Lou," he pleaded. "Tell her I'm sorry I had
to leave so early, and--and that I love her better than anything on
earth, and that I'll be back the end of the week. If--if she wants
anything in New York, just have her wire me. You say she cried?"
"She did, and I don't blame her."
Mr. Blithers scowled. "Well--well, you see if you can do any better
than I did. Arrange it somehow for them to meet. She'll--she'll like
him and then--by George, she'll thank us both for the interest we
take in her future. It wouldn't surprise me if she fell in love with
him right off the reel. And you may be sure he'll fall in love with
her. He can't help it. The knowledge that she'll have fifty millions
some day won't have anything to do with his feeling for her, once he--
"
"Don't mention the word millions again.


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