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What does she think I'm putting sixteen
millions into the Grasstork treasury for? She's got to stay here for
the ball. Why, it would be a crime for her to--but what's the use
talking about it? She'll be here and she'll lead the grand march with
the Prince. I've got it all--"
"Well, you'll have to talk to her. I've done all that I can do. She
swears she won't marry a man she's never seen."
"Ain't we trying to show him to her?" he snorted. "She won't have to
marry him till she's seen him, and when she does see him she'll
apologise to me for all the nasty things she's been saying about me."
For a moment it looked as though Mr. Blithers would dissolve into
tears, so suddenly was he afflicted by self-pity. "By the way, didn't
she like the necklace I sent up to her from Tiffany's?"
"I suppose so. She said you were a dear old foozler."
"Foozler? What's that mean?" He wasn't quite sure, but somehow it
sounded like a term of opprobrium.
"I haven't the faintest idea," she said shortly.
"Well, why didn't you ask her? You've had charge of her bringing up.


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