Frances Waldeaux by Rebecca Harding Davis
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was going to bring a real prince, whom he familiarly
dubbed "a jolly fellow," to call upon Miss Vance. "Who is the man?" said Clara irritably. "Be careful, Mr. Perry. I have had enough of foreign adventurers." "Oh, the Hof Kalender will post you as to Prince Wolfburgh. I looked him up in it. He is head of one of the great mediatized families. Would have been reigning now if old Kaiser Wilhelm had not played Aaron's serpent and gobbled up all the little kings. Wolfburgh has kept all his land and castles, however." "Very well. Let us see what the man is like," Miss Vance said loftily. Mrs. Waldeaux was not in the house when they arrived. Every day she went early in the morning to the Green Park, where she had seen George last, and wandered about until night fell. She thought that he had gone to Paris, and that she was alone in London. But somehow she came nearer to him there. When she found that Clara had arrived, she knew that she would be full of pity for her. She came down to dinner in full dress, told some funny stories, and laughed incessantly. No. She had not missed them. The days had gone merry as |
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