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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"The Prince of Graustark"


Robin was informed bright and early the next morning. In fact, he was
still in his pajamas when the news was carried to him by the
exhausted Dank, who had spent five hours in bed but none in slumber.
Never in all his ardent career had the smart lieutenant been so
bitterly afflicted with love-sickness as now.
"I don't believe a word of it," said the Prince. promptly. "You've
been dreaming, old chap."
"That letter B isn't a dream, is it?"
"No, it isn't," said Robin, and instantly sat up in bed, his face
very serious. "If she should turn out to be Miss Blithers, I've
cooked my goose to a crisp. Good Lord, when I think of some of the
things I said to her about the Blithers family! But wait! If she is
Miss Blithers do you suppose she'd sit calmly by and hear the family
ridiculed? No, sir! She would have taken my head off like a flash.
She--"
"I've no doubt she regarded the situation as extremely humorous,"
said Dank, "and laughed herself almost sick over the way she was
fooling you."
"That might sound reasonable enough, Dank, if she had known who I
was.


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