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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"The Prince of Graustark"


He took two turns about the deck, and each time as he passed the spot
he sent a covert glance into the corner where Miss Guile's chair was
standing. Of course he did not expect to find her there in weather
like this, but--well, he looked and that is the end to the argument.
The going was extremely treacherous and unpleasant he was free to
confess to the genial sailor-man after the second breathless turn,
and gave that worthy a bright silver dollar upon receiving a further
bit of advice: to sit down somewhere out of the wind, sir.
Quinnox and Dank were hopelessly bed-ridden, so to speak. They were
very disagreeable, cross and unpleasant, and somehow he felt that
they hated their cheerful, happy-faced Prince. Never before had Count
Quinnox scowled at him, no matter how mad his pranks as a child or
how silly his actions as a youth. Never before had any one told him
to go to the devil. He rather liked it. And he rather admired poor
Dank for ordering him out of his cabin, with a perfectly astounding
oath as a climax to the command.


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