Fact is,
foreigners ain't allowed to arrest royalty here. Fact, it's a new
law. I just passed it the other day. You didn't mean any harm. We'll
say no more."
Jessamine looked hurt. "Come now, J. R., it's no use. You're not
going to resist the law."
"I'm going to maintain it, Jessamine, maintain it."
"I say, I got the authority of the States of Missouri and California."
"I asks you, what authority they've got here? First place, you want
extradition papers. You can't have 'em. I won't give 'em to you.
Trouble with you, Jessamine, is you're narrow. You're small, there
ain't any vastness about you, Jessamine."
"J. R.," says Jessamine, remonstrating, "this isn't right, and you
know it."
"You don't expand, Jessamine," says Craney. "You don't permeate. You
ain't got on to large ideas."
Craney here distributed cigars, lit a fat one himself, pushed back
from the table, crossed his legs, stuck a thumb in the arm-hole of
his plush vest, and went on unfolding his mind.
"It ain't the king's pleasure to leave this island, nor it ain't the
ways of monarchs, as I take it, to apologise. But putting aside all
that, and supposing you was expanded enough to take that in, I'm
going on to state the way it appears.
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