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Ford, Paul Leicester, 1865-1902

"The Honorable Peter Stirling and What People Thought of Him"


"But not a second time, old man. You caught Dot's inference, I hope?
Once is quite enough."
"Peter, will you invite me some day?"
"Would he?" Peter longed to tell her that the place and everything it
contained, including its owner--Then Peter said to himself, "You really
don't know anything about her. Stop your foolishness." Still Peter knew
that--that foolishness was nice. He said, "People only care for my
dinners because they are few and far between, and their being way down
here in the city, after business hours, makes them something to talk
about. Society wants badly something to talk about most of the time. Of
course, my friends are invited." Peter looked down at Leonore, and she
understood, without, his saying so, that she was to be a future guest.
"How do you manage about the prog, chum?"
"Mr. Le Grand had a man--a Maryland darky--whom he turned over to me. He
looks after me generally, but his true forte is cooking. For oysters and
fish and game I can't find his equal.


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