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"I am so happy to hear you say that," said the soft voice Lorry's eyes sought hers and thanked her A lump came into his throat as he looked up into the tender, anxious blue eyes A thrill came over him Princess or not, he loved her--he loved her! "You were very brave--oh, so brave!" she whispered in his ear, her hand touching his hair caressingly "My American!"

He tried to reach the hand before it faded, but he was too weak She glided away, and he closed his eyes again as if in pain

"Look up, old uish "Smell this handkerchief It will make you feel better" A ent odor darted through his nostrils In a moment he tried to raise hi up

"Lie still a bit, Lorry Don't be too hasty The doctor says you must not"

"Where am I, Harry?" asked the wounded man, weakly

"In the castle I'll tell you all about it presently"

"Am I in her room?"

"No, but she is in yours You are across the hall in"--here he whispered--"Uncle Caspar's room Caspar is a Count"

"And she is the Princess--truly?"

"What luck!"

"What misery--what misery!" half moaned the other