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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"The Prince of Graustark"

I have to be watched day and night in order to be kept
from doing what all the rest of the world looks upon as honourable."
"I implore you, highness, to give up this mad enterprise and return
to your people as--"
"There is only one person in the world who can stop me now, Dank."
"And she isn't likely to do so, worse luck," was the other's
complaint.
"When she tells me to go about my business, I'll go, but not until
then. Don't you like honey, Dank?"
"No," said Dank savagely. "I hate it." He leaned back in his chair
and glowered upon the innocent, placid Jungfrau. The Prince ate in
silence. "May I be permitted a question, highness?"
"All you like, Boske. You are my best friend. Go ahead."
"Did you see Miss Guile after that visit to St. Cloud--and to the
police station?"
"No. Evidently she was frightened out of her boots by the Hawkshaws.
I don't blame her, do you?"
"And you've had no word from her?"
"None. Now you are going to ask what reason I have for believing that
she will come to Interlaken. Well, I can't answer that question.


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