The Colonel of the Red Huzzars by John Reed Scott
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dined with the King and danced with the Princess."
"Done!" said I. "All I stipulate is that you do nothing to avoid King Frederick's invitation." "And the Princess?" I asked. "I'm counting on her to win me the bet," he laughed. I picked up the picture and studied it again. The longer I looked the more willing I was to give Courtney a chance to eat my dinner. "If the opportunity comes I'll dance with her," I said. "Of course you will--but will you stop there, I wonder?" I tapped my grey-besprinkled hair. "They are no protection," he said. "I don't trust even my own to keep me steady against a handsome woman." "They are playing us false even now," said I. "I'm not going to Valeria to decide a dinner bet." "You're not. You're going as the representative of our Army to observe the Valerian-Titian War." "You're as good as a gypsy or a medium. When do I start?" |
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