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She readily won the confidence of Kalora, and Kalora, being most ingenuous and not educated to the wiles of the drawing-room, spoke her thoughts with the utmost candor. "I like you," she said to Mrs. Plumston, "and, oh, how I envy you! You go to balls and dinners and the theater, don't you?" "Alas, yes, and you escape them! How I envy you!" "Your husband is a very handsome man. Do you love him?"
She looked up and saw a young man on the top of the wall, his legs hanging over. Evidently he had climbed up from the outside, and yet Kalora had never suspected that the wall could be climbed.
"I rely upon you to maintain absolute secrecy in regard to my part in this unusual " But Kalora, unheeding him, had torn open the letter and was reading, as follows: MY DEAR PRINCESS: I hope that's the way to begin. Something tells me that you would not stand for "Your Majesty" or any of these "Royal Highness" trimmings. Believe me, you are the best ever.
Now I suppose that any male being in his right senses would find it easy to look at a woman who was young enough and had eyes and hair and teeth and the other items, all doing team-work together, and then if she was trim and slender " "Should she be slender?" interrupted Kalora, leaning toward him. "Sure.
When Kalora was gravely informed by her father that she and the tutor and a half-dozen female attendants were to be bundled up and sent away to America, and that she was to do penance, take a dieting treatment, and come back in due time to try and atone for her unfortunate past, did she weep and beg to be allowed to remain at her own dear home?
The Governor-General tried to steady himself in order to meet this unprecedented crisis. "So this is how you have managed my affairs?" he said in angry tones to the trembling Popova. "What is the meaning of this shocking exhibition?" "Don't blame him, father," spoke up Kalora. "I am responsible for whatever has happened. We have seen something of the world.
Pike sat in Ronacher's at Vienna, watching a most entertaining vaudeville performance, Count Selim Malagaski was in his library, conferring with the wise Popova. "How did he escape?" asked Count Malagaski again and again, shaking his head. "The police have searched every corner of the town, and can find no one answering the description." "Have you questioned Kalora again?"
They may have an inkling of the awful truth. She is nineteen. Next year she will be twenty the year after that twenty-one. Then it would be too late. A desperate experiment is better than inaction. I have much to gain and nothing to lose. I must exhibit Kalora. I shall bring the young men to her. Some of them may take a fancy to her.
"Kalora, I have done all for you that any father could do for a beloved child and you are still thin," he began. "Slender," she corrected. "Thin," he repeated. "Thin as a crane a mere shadow of a girl and, what is more deplorable, apparently indifferent to the sorrow that you are causing those most interested in your welfare." "I am not indifferent, father.
This letter slowly traveled back to Morovenia, and on the very day of its delivery to Count Selim Malagaski, who read it aloud and then went into a frothing paroxysm of rage, the Princess Kalora in Washington figured in a most joyful episode.
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