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Portrait of Henry C. Rowland Henry C. Rowland A Princess of the Balkans — Chapter III (1916)

But Sir James, although a splendid athlete, was no match for the herculean Jew. Rosenthal tore him off as a gorilla might free himself from the clasp of a man, and, getting one great arm clear, smote the Englishman a hammerlike blow on the top of the head, which laid him senseless and quivering in the road. Then, ignoring the struggle going on between Dallas and the chauffeur, he flung open the door of the tonneau, and, plucking out the countess as if she were a child, carried her to the prince's car and pushed her into the limousine.
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Portrait of Henry C. Rowland Henry C. Rowland A Princess of the Balkans — Chapter III (1916)

You are much too nice to be mixed up with a bloodthirsty gang of murderers or to be in the clutches of men like the prince and Rosenthal."
The countess dropped her hand upon his arm as it rested on the rim of the tonneau. Her eyes looked deep into his, and something in their expression, or perhaps it was the magic of her touch, sent a thrill through the young man. Dallas could be outwardly as unmoved as an Iroquois when his whole, sensitive inner nature was warm with the impulse of the moment.
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Portrait of Henry C. Rowland Henry C. Rowland A Princess of the Balkans — Chapter III (1916)

You are a very daring driver, Mr. Dallas. One feels utter confidence, but at the same time the mere pace is terrifying."
"But a nihilist should not be frightened at anything."
"Zut!" The countess struck the side of the car sharply with her small hand. "But I am not really a nihilist, Mr. Dallas; I am merely the victim of circumstance. Really, I would rather be killed myself than to hurt any living thing."
There was an earnest note in the girl's voice that caused Dallas to glance at her keenly.
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