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Kingdoms may be lost by an extra blister on a heel." Mr. von Inwald had been sitting with his feet straight out, scowling, but now he turned and looked at me coolly. "All that keeps me here," he said, "is Minnie's lovely hair. It takes me mentally back home, Minnie, to a lovely lady may I have a bit of it to keep by me?" "You may not," I retorted angrily. "Oh! The lovely lady but never mind that.
It was foolish, but it made me uneasy. "They've gone plumb crazy over that Mr. von Inwald," she declared. "It makes me tired. How do they know he's anything but what he says he is? He may be a messenger from the emperor of Austria, and he may be selling flannel chest protectors. Miss Cobb's all set up; she's talking about getting up an entertainment and asking that Miss Summers to recite."
Listen: he is incog., of course, and registered as Oskar von Inwald. He did an awfully clever thing came in through Canada while the papers thought he was in St. Moritz." "For heaven's sake," replied Mr. Dick, "tell her not to ask him here. I shouldn't know how to talk to him." "He speaks lovely English," declared Mrs. Dick, still reading.
He has a duel scar on his left cheek all the nobility have them over there. I've a cousin living in Berlin she's the wittiest person and she says the German child of the future will be born with a scarred left cheek!" Well, I was sick enough of hearing of Mr. von Inwald before the day was over. All morning in the spring-house they talked Mr. von Inwald.
"Drawn in my dear, I don't see how she can breathe! I guess there's no doubt about Mr. von Inwald." "I'd like to know who put this beer check in the slot-machine yesterday," I said as indifferently as I could. "What about Mr. von Inwald?" She tiptoed over to me, the halo trailing after her. "About his being a messenger from the prince to Miss Jennings!" she answered in a whisper.
Jennings had been closeted together most of the morning, and Mr. von Inwald was whistling as he started out for the military walk. It seemed as if the very thing that had given Mr. Pierce his chance to make good had improved Mr. Jennings' disposition enough to remove the last barrier to Miss Jennings' wedding with somebody else. Well, what's one man's meat is another man's poison.
"And so, last night, when the Summers woman was out, goodness knows where, Blanche Moody and I went through her room. We did not find my precious missive from Mr. Jones, but we did find these, Minnie, tied around with a pink silk stocking." "Heavens!" I said, mockingly. "Not a pink silk!" "Pink," she repeated solemnly. "Minnie, I have felt it all along. Mr. Oskar von Inwald is the prince himself."
"I'm afraid you have not known the best type of American women," he said, looking hard at the prince. "Our representative women are our middle-class women. They do not contract European alliances, not having sufficient money to attract the attention of the nobility, or enough to buy titles, as they do pearls, for the purpose of adornment." Mr. von Inwald got up, and his face was red. Mr.
Pierce, very quietly, "that because you were with a well, because you were with a woman, I could not return your compliment. But I demanded the privilege at some future date when you were alone." "It is a pity," replied Mr. von Inwald, "that now, when I am alone, there is no wine!" "No, there is no wine," Mr. Pierce agreed slowly, "but there is "
Thoburn said, his nose was always cold in winter, and nature never did anything for IT. Mr. von Inwald was still there, and not troubling himself to be agreeable to any but the Jennings family. He and Mr. Pierce carefully avoided each other, but I knew well enough that only policy kept them apart. Both of them, you see, were working for something.
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