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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"The Prince of Graustark"

Blithers, but he went a little pale just the
same. "That will fix him!"
"You are talking nonsense," said she sharply. He put his fingers to
his ears somewhat earlier than usual, and she turned away with a
tantalising laugh. "I'm going inside," and inside she went. When he
followed a few minutes later he was uncommonly meek.
"At any rate," he said, seating himself on the edge of a chair in her
parlour, "I guess those cablegrams this morning will make 'em think
twice before they go on denying things in the newspapers."
"Maud will pay no attention to your cablegram, and, if I am any judge
of human nature, the Prince will laugh himself sick over the one you
sent to Count Quinnox. I told you not to send them. You are not
dealing with Wall Street. You are dealing with a girl and a boy who
appear to have minds of their own."
He ventured a superior sniff. "I guess you don't know as much about
Wall Street as you think you do."
"I only know that it puts its tail between its legs and howls every
time some one points a finger at it," she observed scornfully.


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