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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"The Prince of Graustark"

"There!" she said, and patted him on the
cheek, to show that the task had been successfully accomplished.
"Better come along for a little spin," he said, readjusting the tie
with man-like ingenuousness. "Do you good, Lou."
"Very well," she said. "Can you wait a few minutes?"
"Long as you like," said he graciously. "Ask Maud if she wants to
come, too."
"I am sure she will enjoy it," said his wife, and then Mr. Blithers
descended to the verandah to think. Somehow he felt if he did a
little more thinking perhaps matters wouldn't be so bad. Among other
things, he thought it would be a good idea not to motor in the
direction of Grandby Tavern. And he also thought it was not worth
while resenting the fact that his wife and daughter took something
over an hour to prepare for the little spin.
In the meantime, Prince Robin was racing over the mountain roads in a
high-power car, attended by a merry company of conspirators whose
sole object was to keep him out of the clutches of that far-reaching
octopus, William W. Blithers.


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