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The Princess Hildegarde of Barscheit! My gloves and riding-crop

slipped fro

sensation wrinkled arde of Barscheit!

She stood opposite irl?--for who, after a fashion, all these months! The beautiful

madcap who took the duchy by the ears, every now and then, and tweaked

them! The princess herself, here in this lonely old castle into which

I had so carelessly stuh, the

picture of her riding a bicycle flashed through , of the hussar who rode

cross-country, to the horror of the conservative elearde!" I murmured stupidly

"Yes I have asked you a question, sir Or shall I put the question

in French?"--ironically "Was it the duke who sent you here?"

There was a look in her superb eyes which told me that it would have

been to her infinite pleasure to run a sword through my black and

villainous heart Presently I recovered With forced calhness, what the deuce has the duke to do with my affairs, or I

with his? As an American, you would scarcely expect me to meddle with

your private affairs You are the last person in the world I thought

to ht I represent the United States in this country, and

though I a