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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"The Prince of Graustark"


A few minutes later he was in his own room, and she was in hers, and
the promenade deck was as barren as the desert of Sahara.
He found Count Quinnox stretched out upon his bed, attended not only
by Hobbs but also the reanimated Dank. The crumpled message lay on
the floor.
"I'm glad you waited awhile," said the young lieutenant, getting up
from the trunk on which he had been sitting. "If you had come any
sooner you would have heard words fit only for a soldier to hear. It
really was quite appalling."
"He's better now," said Hobbs, more respectfully than was his wont.
It was evident that he had sustained quite a shock.
"Well, what do you think of it?" demanded the Prince, pointing to the
message.
"Of all the confounded impudence--" began the Count healthily, and
then uttered a mighty groan of impotence. It was clear that he could
not do justice to the occasion a second time.
Robin picked up the Marconigram, and calmly smoothed out the
crinkles. Then he read it aloud, very slowly and with extreme disgust
in his fine young face.


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