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Updated: June 11, 2025
Mauravania is a fairyland in very truth; and this beautiful avenue with its arches, its splendid trees, its sculpture, its Ah! cocher, pull up at once. Stop, if you please, stop!" "Oui, monsieur," replied the driver, reining in his horses and glancing round. "Dix mille pardons, M'sieur, there is something amiss?"
His friend and chief adviser Count Irma has come all the way from Mauravania, and is at this moment downstairs in this house, to put the case in your hands and to implore you to help and to save his royal master!" "His royal master? The son of the man who drove an Englishman's wife and an Englishman's children into exile poverty misery despair?" said Cleek, pulling himself up.
"Why, then, did he not appeal to the police?" "Monsieur, he he dared not. In one of his moments of madness he she that is Oh, monsieur, remember his youth! It appears that the woman had got him to put into writing something which, if made public, would cause the people of Mauravania to rise as one man and to do with him as wolves do with things that are thrown to them in their fury." "The dog!
"A Russian to hold it a Russian? the sworn enemy of Mauravania the race most hated of her people! God help your wretched king, Count Irma, if this were known to his subjects." "Ah, monsieur, it is that we dread it is that against which we struggle," replied the Count.
The paper, my friend; you have brought the paper? Good! good! Quick, give it to me. Madame, your passport yours and your people's. You leave Mauravania by the midnight train, and you have but little time to pack your effects. Your passport, madame, and your bedroom candle.
Your face is again the face of that other night, the face that stirs memory yet does not rivet it. Monsieur, speak, I beg of you. What are you? Who are you?" "Cleek," he made answer. "Just Cleek! It will do. Oh, Mauravania, dear land of desolated hopes, dear grave of murdered joys!" "Monsieur!" "Hush! Let me alone.
"Faugh!" looking at his watch, "a good twenty minutes wasted by the zealousness of those idiotic searchers of yours. Ten minutes to ten! Just time for one brief song. Let us make hay while the sun lasts, madame, for it goes down suddenly here in Mauravania; and for some of us it never comes up again!"
"To the guards of Mauravania's king, madame, in honour of his safe escape from you!" he made reply; then twitched back the window curtains until the whole expanse of glass was bared. "Look! do you see them do you, madame? His Majesty of Mauravania sends Madame Tcharnovetski a command to leave his kingdom, since he no longer has cause to fear a wasp whose sting has been plucked out."
"Monsieur, you then are the great, the astonishing Cleek? You, monsieur? Pardon, but surely I have had the pleasure of meeting monsieur before? No, not here, for I have never been in England until to-day; but in my own country in Mauravania. Surely, monsieur, I have seen you there?" "On the contrary," said Cleek, speaking the simple truth. "I have never set foot in Mauravania in all my life, sir.
"To the contrary," said Cleek, speaking the simple truth, "I have never set foot in Mauravania in all my life, sir. And as you have overheard my words you may see that I do not intend to even now. The difficulties of Mauravania's king do not in the least appeal to me." "Ah, but Mauravania's queen, monsieur, Mauravania's queen." "The lady interests me no more than does her royal spouse."
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