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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"The Prince of Graustark"

Mr. Blithers," said Robin abruptly. "Good
morning." He turned into the wood and was sauntering away with his
chin high in the air when Mr. Blithers called out to him from behind.
"I shall expect you to-night, just the same."
Robin halted, amazed by the man's assurance. He retraced his steps to
the roadside.
"Will you pardon a slight feeling of curiosity on my part, Mr.
Blithers, if I ask whether your daughter consents to the arrangement
you propose. Does she approve of the scheme?"
Mr. Blithers was honest. "No, she doesn't," he said succinctly. "At
least, not at present. I'll be honest with you. She stayed away from
the ball last night simply because she did not want to meet you.
That's the kind of a girl _she_ is."
"By jove, I take off my hat to her," cried Robin. "She is a brick,
after all. Take it from me, Mr. Blithers, you will not be able to
hand over twenty millions without her consent. I believe that I
should enjoy meeting her, now that I come to think of it. It would be
a pleasure to exchange confidences with a girl of that sort.


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