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A FAIR COUSIN AND A DARK BROTHER.
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"And to your cousin," she whispered, "and loving servant."
I could not speak. I kissed her hand, and went out cursing myself.
Outside I found Master Fritz, quite reckless of the footmen, playing at cat's-cradle with the Countess Helga.
"Hang it!" said he, "we can't always be plotting. Love claims his share."
"I'm inclined to think he does," said I; and Fritz, who had been by my side, dropped respectfully behind.
