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"Fine chance! But don't you worry Your et back to the hotel, if she isn't there already"

"I wish she had not gone Father will be tearing his hair and twigging

the whole Savoy force by the ears"

Crawford sh he could conjure up the picture of Mr

Killigrew, short, thick-set, energetic, raging back and forth in the

lobby, offering to buy taxicabs outright, the hotel, and finally the

city of London itself; typically money-mad American that he was

Crawford wanted to laugh, but he co: "He must be

very careful of that hair of his; he hasn't ood deal of it on my account Poor dad! Why in

the world should I marry a title?"

"Why, indeed!"

"Mrs Crawford was beautiful tonight There wasn't a beauty at the

opera to compare with her Royalties are frumps, aren't they? And

that ruby! I don't see how she dares wear it!"

"I am not particularly fond of it; but it's a fad of hers She likes

to wear it on state occasions I have often wondered if it is really

the Nana Sahib's ruby, as her uncle claimed Driver, the Savoy, and

remember it carefully; the Savoy"