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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"The Prince of Graustark"


"What are we going to do about it?" he demanded three minutes after
entering the chamber. His wife was prostrate on the luxurious couch
from which she had failed to arise when he burst in upon her with the
telegram in his hand.
"Oh, the foolish child," she moaned. "If she only knew how adorable
he is she wouldn't be acting in this perfectly absurd manner. Every
girl who was here last night is madly in love with him. Why must Maud
be so obstinate?"
Mr. Blithers was very careful not to mention his roadside experience
with the Prince, and you may be sure that he said nothing about his
proposition to the young man. He merely declared, with a vast
bitterness in his soul, that the Prince was coming to dinner, but
what the deuce was the use?
"She ought to be soundly--spoken to," said he, breaking the sentence
with a hasty gulp. "Now, Lou, there's just one thing to do. I must go
to New York on the midnight train and get her. That woman was all
right as a tutor, but hanged if I like to see a daughter of mine
traipsing around New York with a school teacher.


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