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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"The Prince of Graustark"

The poor girl is really
quite heart-broken. I beg pardon!" He stepped into a rut and came
perilously near to going over on his nose. "Beastly road! Thanks.
Good thing I took hold of you. Yes, as I was saying, it was really a
most unfortunate thing; missed the train, don't you see. Went down
for the day--just like a girl, you know--and missed the train."
"Ah, I see. She missed it twice."
"Eh? Oh! Ha ha! Very good! She might just as well have missed it a
dozen times as once, eh? Well, she could have arranged for a special
to bring her up, but she's got a confounded streak of thriftiness in
her. Couldn't think of spending the money. Silly idea of--I beg your
pardon, did I hurt you? I'm pretty heavy, you know, no light weight
when I come down on a fellow's toe like that. What say to sitting
down on this log for a while? Give your foot a chance to rest a bit.
Deucedly awkward of me. Ought to look out where I'm stepping, eh?"
"It really doesn't matter, Mr. Blithers," said Robin hastily. "We'll
keep right on if it's all the same to you.


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