Truxton King - A Story of Graustark by George Barr McCutcheon
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"An American, eh?"
"Yes. Have you not heard of John Tullis, the Prince's friend?" "Another seven-year-old?" "Not at all. A grown man, sir. He, your countryman, is the real power behind our throne. On his deathbed, the Prince's father placed his son in this American's charge and begged him to stand by him through thick and thin until the lad is able to take care of himself. As if there were not loyal men in Graustark who might have done as much for their Prince!" King looked interested. "I see. The people, no doubt, resent this espionage. Is that it?" Spantz gave him a withering look, as much as to say that he was a fool to ask such a question in a place so public. Without replying, he got to his feet and made ready to leave the little garden. "I must return. I have been away too long. Thank you, sir, for your kindness to an old man. Good day, sir, and--" "Hold on! I think I'll walk over with you and have another look at that broadsword. I'm--" "To-morrow, sir. It is past time to close the shop for to-day. Come to-morrow. Good day." He was crossing the sidewalk nimbly before King could offer a word of |
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