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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"The Prince of Graustark"

Whatever it was, it was offensive to her, and his blood
boiled. He noted the expression of alarm and apprehension deepen in
Mrs. Gaston's face.
Bedelia slashed open another envelope and glanced at its contents.
Her eyes flew open with surprise. For an instant she stared, a frown
of perplexity on her brow.
"We are discovered!" she cried a moment later, clapping her hands
together in an ecstasy of delight. "The pursuers are upon our heels.
Even now they may be watching me from behind some convenient post or
through some handy window pane. Isn't it fine? Don't look so
horrified, you old dear. They can't eat us, you know, even though we
are in a dining-room. I love it all! Followed by man-hunters! What
could be more thrilling? The chase is on again. Quick! We must
prepare for flight!"
"Flight?" gasped Robin. Her eyes were dancing. His were filled with
dismay.
"It is as I feared," she cried. "They have found me out. Hurry! Let
us finish this wretched dinner. I must leave here to-night."
"Impossible!" cried Mrs. Gaston.


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