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Altsheler, Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander), 1862-1919

"The Hosts of the Air"

He secured a good room for himself, in which he slept until he
was called by his order at the first light of dawn, and he was assured
by the manner of Herr Leinfelder that no word of the fugitives had come
in the night.
"Breakfast is ready for the princess," said the innkeeper, bowing.
John knocked at her door, and she came forth at once, followed by
Suzanne, both fully dressed for the journey.
"No alarm has yet come to Tellnitz," whispered John, as she passed.
"Remember that they think you a princess of the house of Auersperg, and
that we must start in a half-hour."
He ate his own breakfast at another table, and within the appointed time
the great limousine was at the door. Herr Leinfelder and his staff had
no reason to change their belief that the lady of such manifest youth
and beauty was a princess, as their chauffeur gave gratuities in truly
royal style, and then whirled them away in a manner that was obviously
ducal.
The morning was fresh and beautiful, silver as yet, since only an edge
of the sun was showing over the hills, but it was fragrant with the odor
of foliage and of wild flowers, blossoming in the nooks and crannies
under the slopes. John felt a great surge of the spirits and he sent the
machine forward at a rate that made the air rush in a swift current
behind them.
"The first stage of our flight has been passed in safety," he said to
Julie.


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