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The Princess Yetive had not flinched a hair's breadth froht when she sacrificed pride and duty on the altar of love and justice Prince Bolaroz's ultie that was strewn about her conscience and remained loyal, steadfast and true to the man in the monastery To save his life was all she could hope to accomplish, and that she was bound to do at any cost She could be nothing to hi as he lived he would be considered theover his head She, Princess of Graustark, had offered a reward for hiitive, and she least of all could hope to see him There had been a brief, happy drea rush of reality The mere fact that she, and she alone, was responsible for his flight placed between the tenaciously to her purpose, she was still cognizant of the debt she owed the trusting, loving people of Graustark One word from her could avert the calamity that was to fall with the dawn of the fatal twentieth All Graustark blindly trusted and adored her; to undeceive them would be to administer a shock fro with love for Lorry; her hts that could not be sent to hier Hour after hour she sat in herand ht in her life by this strong American, her eyes fixed on the faraway monastery, her heart still and cold and fearful She had no confidant in this miserable affair of the heart Others, near and dear, had sure and proud, forbade the confession of her frailty, sweet, pure and woet that she was a Princess

The Countess Daght in manifold ways to draw forth the voluntary avoith its divine tears and blushes Harry Anguish, who spent much of his tiuards at the portals, was as eager as the Countess to have her con, but he, too, was disappointed He was, also, considerably puzzled Her Highness's manner was at all tiht-hearted; her cheeks had lost none of their freshness; her eyes were bright; her smile was quick and -rooms and state functions found her always vivacious, so much so that her Court wondered not a little Daily reports brought no news of the fugitive, but while others were beginning to acquire the haggard air of worry and uncertainty, she was calned The fifteenth, the sixteenth, the seventeenth, the eighteenth and now the nineteenth of Noven of distress Could they have seen her in the privacy of her chahts they would not have known their sovereign