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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"The Prince of Graustark"

"
Mr. Blithers betrayed agitation. "See here, Prince, I don't want her
to know that I've said anything to you about this matter," he said,
unconsciously lowering his voice as if fearing that Maud might be
somewhere within hearing distance. "This is between you and me. Don't
breathe a word of it to her. 'Gad, she'd--she'd skin me alive!" At
the very thought of it, he wiped his forehead with unusual vigour.
Robin laughed heartily. "Rest easy, Mr. Blithers. I shall not even
think of your proposition again, much less speak of it."
"Come now, Prince; wait until you've seen her. I know you'll get on
famously--"
"I should like her to know that I consider her a brick, Mr. Blithers.
Is it too much to ask of you? Just tell her that I think she's a
brick."
"Tell her yourself," growled Mr. Blithers, looking very black. "You
will see her this evening," he added levelly.
"Shall I instruct your chauffeur to come for you up here or will you
walk back to--"
"I'll walk to Red Roof," said Mr. Blithers doggedly. "I'm going to
ask Mrs.


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