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"Does not the Baron know that I had work for this Englishman? and now he has killed or maimed him in a useless quarrel." "But it was not so, Princess; it was the Baron who fell." Frina Mavrodin had also risen from the table, her hands clasped firmly together in her excitement, and a little sigh of relief echoed Dumitru's words. "A new experience for Baron Petrescu," she said calmly.
It is death to rebel or soldier who seeks to stay me to-night." And throwing down the empty tankard, he went quickly to the door, followed by Baron Petrescu and Stefan. Long before midnight Frina Mavrodin had completed her work of preparation. The servants who were in her confidence had been told of the coming of the Princess.
He would have approached Baron Petrescu had he been able to do so, but he was prevented; first, because someone who knew him slightly spoke to him, and, secondly, by a general movement in the room occasioned by the King's entrance. When the history of Ferdinand IV. comes to be written, the King will probably have as many characters as he has biographers.
Such is the only news I long for now." "Yes," was the answer. "This English Captain is about to move. Whether he has the token or not I do not know, but Baron Petrescu believes he has. Last night he picked a quarrel with him, and they fought, and " "Fool that he is!" exclaimed the Princess, starting from her seat.
I have been in England, and, for my part, I think the English women are the most beautiful in the world." Baron Petrescu was the man who had looked so searchingly at Ellerey in the vestibule.
Baron Petrescu shrugged his shoulders rather contemptuously. "The moth ever flits to the candle, and usually gets burnt," he said. "Would not the lodestone be the more apposite simile?" asked Lord Cloverton. "In that case the attraction brings no hurt, Baron." "Time will show which is the best simile," was the answer. "He interests me, this Captain Ellerey."
Men ran to join their comrades, impatient only for opportunity to strike a blow at the foe, leaving the Princess in the midst of a little band, evidently a picked bodyguard, among them Baron Petrescu and Dumitru. For a moment Ellerey watched her. She had come. There was no sign of fear in her face; how should there be? Did he not know her courage?
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