[With a start.] There’s one thing I must break to you at once. Pomerania is in some ways still a barbarous country. We have a dreadful law that when a member of the royal family marries a foreigner not of royal blood, his wife’s relations are prohibited from entering it.
Mrs. Parker-Jennings.
I should like to see any one prohibit me from going to see my own daughter.
Jack Straw.
My dear lady, it grieves me infinitely to say it, but no sooner had you crossed our frontier than you would be instantly beheaded.
Mrs. Parker-Jennings.
Truly, sir, a barbarous country.
THE END.
| Typographical errors corrected by the etext transcriber: |
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| I’m so glad that I know you better know=> I’m so glad that I know you better now {pg 70} |
| takes out her handkerchief, rolls it up ball=> takes out her handkerchief, rolls it up into a ball {pg 124} |