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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"The Prince of Graustark"

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"I might ask for the most precious of his possessions," said he,
leaning forward to look directly into eyes that wavered and refused
to meet his.
"Curiosity almost makes me wish that I might be kidnapped. I should
then find out what you consider to be his most precious possession,"
she said, and her voice was perilously low.
"I think I could tell you in advance," said he, his eyes shining.
"I--I prefer to find out in my own way, Mr. Schmidt," she stammered
hurriedly. Her confusion was immensely gratifying to him. There is no
telling what might have happened to the Prince of Graustark at that
moment if an obsequious attendant had not intervened with the earthly
information that the car was waiting.
"Good Lord," Robin was saying to himself as he followed her to the
steps, "was I about to go directly against the sage advice of old
Gourou? Was I so near to it as that? In another minute--Gee, but it
was a close shave. She is adorable, she is the most adorable creature
in the world, even though she is the daughter of old man Blithers,
and I--'gad I wonder what will come of it in the end? Keep a tight
grip on yourself, Bobby, or you're a goner, sure as fate.


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