"I can't do that, till I get the key and decipher it."
"Oh!" cried Leonore, clapping her hands in delight. "It's a cipher. How
tremendously interesting! We'll go at it right after lunch and decipher
it together, won't we?"
"After the dancing lesson, you mean, don't you?" suggested Peter.
"How did you know I was going to do it?" asked Leonore.
"You told me."
"Never! I didn't say a word."
"You looked several," said Peter.
Leonore regarded him very seriously. "You are not 'Peter Simple' a bit,"
she said. "I don't like deep men." She turned and went to her room. "I
really must be careful," she told the enviable sponge as it passed over
her face, "he's a man who needs very special treatment. I ought to send
him right back to New York. But I do so want to know about the politics.
No. I'll keep friends till the campaign's finished. Then he'll have to
live in Albany, and that will make it all right. Let me see. He said the
governor served three years. That isn't five, but perhaps he'll have
become sensible before then.
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