All had been in vain.

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The infatuated unfortunate would steal away to the little she-devil-child.
"Ach, zo ?" said the grand duke, who made a point of speaking English in England; and he descended with earth-shaking majesty from the creaking barouche.
"Ve vill go to zem," he said after testing the soil of Pyechurch with a cautious foot to make sure that it was equal to his weight.
On the way to the sea-wall the baron poured forth his damning indictment, disjointedly and without the fierceness of phrase and splendour of gesture he had practised; and three times the grand duke said, somewhat phlegmatically, the baron thought: "Ach zo ?" They came out on to the wall just above the band of Pollyooly's subjects, hot and excited in a game of rounders.
The quick eye of the grand duke at once espied Prince Adalbert running to field a ball.
"Ach, he is zlimmer!" he said in a tone of satisfaction.
"Zlimmer?
He is zlimmer, your Highness.