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Ford, Paul Leicester, 1865-1902

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

The sweetest kind of a look. "Now, that is
very nice, Peter," said Leonore. "If we see each other every day in the
Park, we can tell each other everything that we are doing or thinking
about. So we will be very good friends for sure." Leonore spoke and
looked as if this was the pleasantest of possibilities, and Peter was
certain it was.
"I say, Peter," said Watts. "What a tremendous dude we have come out. I
wanted to joke you on it the first time I saw you, but this afternoon
it's positively appalling. I would have taken my Bible oath that it was
the last thing old Peter would become. Just look at him, Dot. Doesn't he
fill you with 'wonder, awe and praise?'"
Leonore looked at Peter a little shyly, but she said frankly:
"I've wondered about that, Peter. People told me you were a man
absolutely without style."
Peter smiled. "Do you remember what Friar Bacon's brass head said?"
"Time is: Time was: Time will never be again?" asked Leonore.
"That fits my lack of style, I think.


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