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Chapter 4 THE RAGGED RETINUE 4

Word Count: 1240    |    Released on: 29/11/2017

d," said Beverly, who w

ou stopped us i

unsay that, your highness. Your coach was quite at a standsti

muttered Beverly, s

e dark?" asked the leader, putting

cried she, now able t

ouse of any kind," he went on. "Do

raid," bravely

most da

r," the weak litt

hat is

case of e

igands who suddenly a

es

ou did not use i

ags-I don't know just which one-and Aun

, a clear, ringing laugh that bespoke supre

sked, covering his patch care

nt. She's

ed in amazement.

. Don't you know what

is a slave-a

h. Aunt Fanny set up a dismal howl; an instant later Sir Honesty was pushed aside, and Miss Calhoun was anxiously trying to comfort her old

iss Bev'ly-is de en

y could not r

nice gentlemen." She uttered the last observation in a loud voice and

e only the best of motives in mind. True, the hills are full of lawless fellows and we are obliged to fight them almost daily,

ed Beverly. "It was that wh

diers of Graustark, then, you

y, why do you call me 'your highness'?" demanded Beverly

n the way from St. Petersburg to Ganlook. We are not so far from the world, after all, we rough people of the hills. We know that your highness left St. Petersburg b

stage, and that the whole country was confusing her in some strange way with the Princess Yetive. The news had evidently sped through Axphain and the hills with the swiftness of fire. It would be useless to deny the stor

h evasive enthusiasm. "You cannot expect me to ad

to say that you are not the princess as to say that you are, so what matters, after all? We reserve the right, however, to do homage t

ve me," said Beverly. "Pray tell me who you are, then, and y

. I may as well admit that I am a poacher, and have no legal right to the prosperity of your

gressions. But you must get me to some

ested, I think, so with your permission we may proceed. I know of a place where you

go on? I am alone," sh

but it shall be a loyal one. Will you re-enter the coach? It is not far to the place I speak of,

fitfully upon his dark, gaunt face, with its gallant smile and ominous patch. She hesitated, fear en

said, gravely, and she allowed

in a language strange to Beverly, he cracked the whip, and once more they were lumbering

I reckon I'll have to take what comes. He doesn't look very much like an angel, but he lo

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