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Smith, Francis Hopkinson, 1838-1915

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

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did all I could; I almost went down on my knees to him; I begged
for myself and my mother, but he only kept saying--'You go home,
Corinne, and look after your baby--women don't understand these
things.' Oh, Jack!--I could not believe that he was the same man
who married my mother--and he isn't. Every year he has grown
harder and harder; he is a thousand times worse than when you
lived with him. Garry was waiting outside for me, and when I told
him he turned as white as a sheet, and had to hold on to the iron
railing for a moment. It was all I could do to get him home. If he
sees Mr. McGowan now it will kill him; he can't pay him and he
must tell him so, and it will all come out."
"But he will pay him, Corinne, when he gets well."
There came a pause. Then she said slowly as if each word was wrung
from her heart:
"There is no money. Garry took the trust funds from the church."
"No money, Corinne! You don't mean--you can't--Oh! My God! Not
Garry! No--not Garry!"
"Yes! I mean it. He expected to pay it back, but the people he is
with in New York lied to him, and now it is all gone.


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