So Peter read:
"Use Hudson knowledge counties past not belief local twenty imbecility
certified of yet till yesterday noon whose Malta could accurately it at
seventeen. Potomac give throw Haymarket estimated Moselle thirty-three
to into fortify through jurist arrived down right--"
"I won't be treated so!" interrupted Leonore, indignantly.
"What do you mean," said Peter, still smiling. "I'm reading it to you,
as you asked."
"No you are not. You are just making up."
"No," said Peter. "It's all here."
"Let me see it." Leonore shifted her seat so as to overlook Peter.
"That's only two pages," said Peter, holding them so that Leonore had to
sit very close to him to see. "There are eighteen more."
Leonore looked at them. "Was it written by a lunatic?" she asked.
"No." Peter looked at the end. "It's from Green. Remember. You are not
to repeat it to any one."
"Luncheon is served, Miss D'Alloi," said a footman.
"Bother luncheon," thought Peter.
"Please tell me what it means?" said Leonore, rising.
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