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THE PRINCESS POURQUOI
A look of amusement crept into the man's keen, dark eyes, and his lips quivered with a suppressed smile.
"Yes, your Highness," he answered, making an inclination of his head. And he went on working.
"Why?" asked the Princess Pourquoi.
"Gracious Lady and Princess," replied the artisan, "I do not know."
The Princess stared at his deft fingers and the quivering muscles of his arms. Then she strolled away to pick a late white rose, and presently wandered back, as if forgetful where her feet were going.
"I have seen you before," she remarked absent-mindedly.
He bent again, and murmured something respectful that she could not hear. The
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