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Smith, Francis Hopkinson, 1838-1915

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

Don't you answer her,
Corinne, until I find out who she is."
"I'll tell you who she is," burst out Jack. His face was aflame
now. Never had he listened to such discourtesy. He could hardly
believe his ears.
"It wouldn't help me in the least, my dear Jack; so don't you
begin. I am the best judge of who shall come to my house. She may
be all right, and she may not, you can never tell in a city like
New York, and you can't be too particular. People really do such
curious pushing things now-a-days." This to Garry. "Now serve tea,
Parkins. Come in all of you."
Jack was on the point of blazing out in indignation over the false
position in which his friend had been placed when Peter's warning
voice rang in his ears. The vulgarity of the whole proceeding
appalled him, yet he kept control of himself.
"None for me, please, aunty," he said quietly. "I will join you
later, Garry," and he mounted the stairs to his room.


CHAPTER VIII


Peter was up and dressed when Miss Felicia arrived, despite the
early hour.


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