Arms and the Woman by Harold MacGrath
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mustaches and biting their lips and asking one another who I am. There
are as many as five challenges waiting for me the moment I depart from your side." There was mischief in her eye. "Then you shall stay with me, find me an ice and waltz once with me, for if anything happened to you I should always have myself to blame." I waltzed with her, and the perfume of her hair got into my head, and I grew dizzy. When the dance came to an end, I went into the smoking room. Suddenly it went through my brain that the world had changed in an incredibly short time. I tried to smoke, and for the first time in my life, tobacco was tasteless, I was falling in love with a Princess. I confess that it did not horrify me; on the contrary, I grew thrilled and excited. There was a spice here which hitherto had been denied me. The cost was unspelled. I fell as far as I could fall. The uncertainty of the affair was in itself an enchantment. Well, the next day I strolled up the Avenue of Legations and saw her on horseback. She was accompanied by an elderly man with a face like an eagle's. There were various decorations on his breast. As the Princess saw me, she bent her head. She remembered me. That was all that was necessary for my transportation. Later, I was informed that her escort was Prince Ernst of Wortumborg, who was destined to become her lord and master. I did not care who he was; I knew that I hated him. For a week I lingered on. I met her time and again; alone on horseback, at the various embassies and at the opera. At these |
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