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Guggenslocker. "All my life," he replied wishing at that moment that he was homeless and free to choose for himself. "You Americans live in one city and then in another," she said. "Now, in our country generation after generation lives and dies in one town. We are not migratory." "Mr.
"He said you would have to drive like the the very devil if you got here in twenty minutes." "We did, Uncle Caspar," interrupted Miss Guggenslocker, naively. "Our driver followed Mr. Lorry's instructions." Mr. Grenfall Lorry blushed and laughed awkwardly. He had been admiring her eager face and expressive eyes during Uncle Caspar's recital.
Inside of five minutes they were in possession of facts that vindicated Miss Guggenslocker, lifted Lorry to the seventh heaven, and put Mr. Anguish into an agony of impatience. Graustark was a small principality away off to the east, and Edelweiss was a city of some seventy-five thousand inhabitants, according to the postal guide-book.
I knew you loved me or you would not have come to me," she said, softly. "You would have been selfish enough to enjoy that knowledge without giving joy in return. I see. What else could you have done? A princess! Oh, I would to God you were Miss Guggenslocker, the woman I sought!" "Amen to that!" she said. "Can I trust you never to renew this subject?
"The pain that you refer to is a pleasure." "The pain that a man endures for a woman should always be a pleasure," said Uncle Caspar smilingly. "But it could not be a pleasure to him unless the woman considered it a pain," reasoned Miss Guggenslocker. "He could not feel happy if she did not respect the pain." "And encourage it," supplemented Lorry, drily.
"I thought they were mere politicians." Grenfall Lorry, idealized, retired to his berth that night, his head whirling with the emotions inspired by this strange, beautiful woman. How lovely, how charming, how naive, how queenly, how indifferent, how warm, how cold how everything that puzzled him was she. His last waking thought was: "Guggenslocker! An angel with a name like that!"
His voice was hoarse and trembling. "Miss Gug Guggenslocker?" cried Anguish. "Yes! Yes!" They had stopped and Lorry was grasping a garden wall with one hand. "Then it's funny nobody knows the name here. She seems to be someone of consequence. Good heaven, I don't blame you! She's the most beautiful " By this time the carriage was almost opposite and within forty feet of where they stood.
In my land you will find the poor man climbing to the highest pinnacle, side by side with the rich man. The woman I love is a Princess. Had she been the lowliest maid in all that great land of ours, still would she have been my queen, I her king. When first I loved the mistress of Graustark she was, you must not forget, Miss Guggenslocker.
They entered the Capitol; they saw the White House, and, as they were driving back to the hotel, passed the President of the United States. Miss Guggenslocker, when informed that the President's carriage was approaching, relaxed gracefully from the stately reserve that had been puzzling him, and revealed an eager curiosity.
Well, my good fellow, you may be very small, but you bought something that looks better than Guggenslocker on a hotel register. Your mistress is an odd bit of humanity, a most whimsical bit, I must say. First, she's no and then she's yes. You're lucky, my coin, to have fallen into the custody of one who will not give you over to the mercy of strangers for the sake of a whim.
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