The Grand Babylon Hotel by Arnold Bennett
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'We sha'n't sell again, Prince, until we are tired of our bargain.
Sometimes we tire very quickly, and sometimes we don't. It depends - eh? What?' Racksole broke off suddenly to attend to a servant in livery who had quietly entered the bureau and was making urgent mysterious signs to him. 'If you please, sir,' the man by frantic gestures implored Mr Theodore Racksole to come out. 'Pray don't let me detain you, Mr Racksole,' said the Prince, and therefore the proprietor of the Grand Babylon departed after the servant, with a queer, curt little bow to Prince Aribert. 'Mayn't I come inside?' said the Prince to Nella immediately the millionaire had gone. 'Impossible, Prince,' Nella laughed. 'The rule against visitors entering this bureau is frightfully strict.' 'How do you know the rule is so strict if you only came into possession last night?' 'I know because I made the rule myself this morning, your Highness.' 'But seriously, Miss Racksole, I want to talk to you.' 'Do you want to talk to me as Prince Aribert or as the friend - the |
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