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Smith, Francis Hopkinson, 1838-1915

"Peter: a novel of which he is not the hero"


What are we doing down-town? Gambling the most of us."
"But your life here isn't confined to your uncle and his stock-
gambling friends. Surely these lovely young girls--two of them
came in with me--" and Peter smiled, "must make your life
delightful."
Jack's eyes sought the floor, then he answered slowly:
"I hope you won't think me a cad, but--No, I'm not going to say a
word about them, only I can't get accustomed to them and there's
no use of my saying that I can. I couldn't treat any girl the way
they are treated here. And I tell you another thing--none of the
young girls whom I know at home would treat me as these girls
treat the men they know. I'm queer, I guess, but I might as well
make a clean breast of it all. I am an ingrate, perhaps, but I
can't help thinking that the old life at home was the best. We
loved our friends, and they were welcome at our table any hour,
day or night. We had plenty of time for everything; we lived out
of doors or in doors, just as we pleased, and we dressed to suit
ourselves, and nobody criticised.


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