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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"The Prince of Graustark"


If she uses a word that you don't know the meaning of, you ought to--
"
"Are you actually going to lend all that money to Graustark?" she cut
in.
He glared at her uncertainly for a moment and then nodded his head.
The words wouldn't come.
"Are you not a trifle premature about it?" she demanded with deep
significance in her manner.
This time he did not nod his head, nor did he shake it. He simply got
up and walked out of the room. Half way across the terrace he stopped
short and said it with a great fervour and instantly felt very much
relieved. In fact, the sensation of relief was so pleasant that he
repeated it two or three times and then had to explain to a near by
gardener that he didn't mean him at all. Then he went down to the
stables. All the grooms and stableboys came tumbling into the stable
yard in response to his thunderous shout.
"Saddle Red Rover, and be quick about it," he commanded.
"Going out, sir?" asked the head groom, touching his fore-lock.
"I am," said Mr. Blithers succinctly and with a withering glare.


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