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“I won’t have you made a sacrifice of on my account,” he said, hastily.
??Where did you go in Italy, Peter??? said Oswald, picking up her question.
For the first week she got on well enough. She snubbed Guy Greaves and other eager slaves who would willingly have placed their time, their dog-carts, their ponies--everything that they possessed--at her disposal. She played in "married" sets of tennis, and dined and consorted with the most
“Like they have—well, if you are so particular, the same as they have at home. There were three of one family—think! Not little nobodies, but ladies and gentlemen. It is so nice of people not just poor people, people of education, to send their children to the Sunday-school.”
I intinded to hand the dummed thing back to Mr. Wolley spaking at the same time me humble but contemshus opinyon of an auld sinner like himself wid a luvly lorful wife and 4 preshus children of his own. But after brikfust Mr. Wolley wint out and I sor him not agin till nite. At tin Minnie arrived. She was all exsitement.
“How old is this pup?” he asked the woman who was tugging at the boundingly excited baby’s leash.
“Hurry!” ses she, “Its still dark and I’m afrade to go doon stares alone.”
He reached for the microphone again—
How far off that seemed now, and how vivid still! He could remember Dolly??s shadow on the rough-cast wall, and the very things he had said in reply. He had talked like a fool about the wonderful future of Peter??and of the world. How long was that ago? Five-and-twenty years? (Yes, Peter would be five-and-twenty in June.) How safe and secure the European world had seemed then! It seemed to be loitering, lazily and basely indeed, but certainly, towards a sort of materialist??s millennium. And what a vast sham its security had been! He had called Peter the ??Heir of the Ages.?? And the Heritage of the Ages had been preparing even then to take Peter away from the work he had chosen and from all the sunshine and leisure of his life and to splinter his shoulder-blade, smash his wrist, snap his leg-bones with machine-gun bullets, and fling him aside, a hobbling, stiff, broken young man to limp through the rest of life....