ix: "It was Newsom the chauffeur, transfigured beyond belief. He had become a younger man,. for exertion had coloured his pallid skin, his whiskers had disappeared, and his touzled hair had lost its touch of grey (...) 'You saved my life,' she cried. 'The shot was meant for me. You are a hero. Oh, tell me your name.' He turned took her hand, bent over it and kissed it. 'I am Prince John, ' he said, 'and I think you are going to be kind enough to help me to a throne."
The House of the Four Winds, John Buchan, p134, via googlebooks
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Date: 2012-01-08 05:51 pm (UTC)The House of the Four Winds, John Buchan, p134, via googlebooks