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He loosed his slim equerry, and hammered his enormous right palm with his huge left fist. Ze order can only be gonferred on ladies of twenty-von or elder." "Zen I will gonfer it on 'er when she is twenty-von! Bud I will reward 'er alzo now! Vetch 'er!" cried the grand duke. The slim equerry went down the sea-wall across the sands to Pollyooly. The game stopped while he conferred with her.
When at last he did correctly hail a sheep as a baa-lamb, the triumphant pleasure of Pollyooly passed all bounds. The Honourable John Ruffin read and observed the children, and observed the children and read. But when they were nearing their journey's end, he shut up his book and said: "I think it will be well for you to cease to be my housekeeper at Pyechurch, Mrs. Bride.
He felt that, in spite of the fact that his imperial master would shortly sweep her land with fire and sword from sea to sea, the lot of the happy English child Pollyooly was to be envied, since she could, and did, smack princes, with a mind untroubled by the sense of their sacrosanctity.
With this almost brilliantly tactful remark, she rose, gave Pollyooly the note, and adjured her to give it to Mr. Hilary Vance the moment he came in. "What time will Mr. Butterwick get here?" said Pollyooly anxiously. "There's no saying," said Flossie cheerfully. "But he'll get here as soon as the firm can spare him. He never loses time Reginald doesn't."
Then he said with decision: "No. Go alone. I think you'll be more effective alone. It will make Osterley feel more helpless." "Very well, sir," said Pollyooly cheerfully. During the morning she discussed with the excited and sympathetic Millicent the coming interview. She had the advantage of going to it in utter fearlessness.
To judge from the royal progress next morning, Pollyooly had indeed done her work. The Baron von Habelschwert still perfumed the air as he walked; but it was no longer obviously the air of a conquered country. His moustache was less fierce, his stride less proprietary.
That afternoon, when Pollyooly was helping him pack his portmanteau for his journey to Buda-Pesth, the Honourable John Ruffin told her of the arrangement he had made with Hilary Vance, that she and the Lump should spend the time till his return at the studio at Chelsea.
He goes past the shop with an air of cold dignity he says he does; and he's going to Scotland to wear a kilt to get quite cured he says he is," said Pollyooly quickly. "It sounds most efficacious," said the Honourable John Ruffin. "But how did it all happen?" Pollyooly told the story of the intervention of Mr.
She would have liked to put her tongue a long way out at him; but she felt that red Deepings did not do so. The nurse came down to the castle with Kathleen and Mary, and said in a tone of respectful awe: "However you dare, miss! And him a prince too!" "I don't care a pin for him," said Pollyooly calmly. She stepped back to the castle and continued the work of construction.
At first he sought him with careless eyes, then with keener; but it was some twenty minutes before he satisfied himself that neither his charge nor Pollyooly were on the sands. Then he set out, in some annoyance to search the village; and when he had drawn blank all the village shops at which sweets were sold, he began to grow anxious and alarmed.
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