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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"The Prince of Graustark"


"Will you come to the point, Mr. Blithers?" said the young Prince,
stopping abruptly in the middle of the road and facing his companion.
"What are you trying to get at?"
Mr. Blithers was not long in getting to the point. In the first
place, he was hot and tired and his shoes were hurting; in the second
place, he felt that he knew precisely how to handle these money-
seeking scions of nobility. He planted himself squarely in front of
the Prince and jammed his hands deep into his coat pockets.
"The day my daughter is married to the man of my choice, I will hand
over to that man exactly twenty million dollars," he said slowly,
impressively.
"Yes, go on."
"The sole object I have in life is to see my girl happy and at the
same time at the top of the heap. She is worthy of any man's love.
She is as good as gold. She--"
"The point is this, then: You would like to have me for a son-in-
law."
"Yes," said Mr. Blithers.
Robin grinned. He was amused in spite of himself. "You take it for
granted that I can be bought?"
"I have not made any such statement.


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