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A king's son, a Rana of Roorbunder! She became very sympathetic. Again she urged him to sit down. "My nation never sits before a woman," he proudly answered. "But I will sit beside you," she coaxed, pushing him to a corner. He resisted her and went to the window. Lora again joined him. The man piqued her. He was mysterious and very unlike Mr.
"Shall I hold you out with one arm?" he softly asked. Lora was vastly amused; this was indeed a courtship out of the ordinary it pleased her exotic taste. "Hungarian gypsies are very strong, are they not?" she innocently asked. "I am not gypsy nor am I Hungarian; I am an East Indian. My family is royal. We are of the Rajpoot tribes called Ranas. My father once ruled Roorbunder." Lora was amazed.
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