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Updated: May 1, 2025
Inside was Jacob Fraasch, the chief steward of the grounds, with his men drawn up in line; upon the walls the sentries came to parade rest; on the plaza the Royal band was playing as though by inspiration. Then the gates closed behind the coach and escort, and Beverly Calhoun was safe inside the castle walls.
If I were you I'd set 'em out in cages." "P'raps I will." The Prince seemed very thoughtful. "Won't you sit down, your Highness?" The youngster looked cautiously about. "Say, do you ever go fishing?" he demanded eagerly. "Occasionally." "You won't give me away, will you?" with a warning frown. "Don't you tell Jacob Fraasch. He's the steward. I I know a fine place to fish.
Fraasch Jacob Fraasch was at first dubious, but their frank, eager faces soon gained for them his consent to see that part of the great park open to the public. Beyond certain lines they were not to trespass.
And his sister knew her knew a lady of high degree! "Hobbs!" he called, catching sight of a dejected figure in front of the chief steward's door. "Oh, it's you, is it?" said Mr. Hobbs sullenly. "It is, Hobbs very much me. I've been fishing with royalty and chatting with the nobility. Where the devil have you been?" "I've been squaring it with old man Fraasch. I'm through with you, sir.
The broadsword reposed calmly on a desk under the nose of a properly impressed young person named Stokes, cashier. Hobbs led him through the great Park gates and up to the lodge of Jacob Fraasch, the venerable high steward of the grounds.
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