I suppose this is the sort of damned rubbish—” “Oh! Ssh, Peter!” cried Miss Stanley. So, in broken, rather breathless phrases, he told his story; and when he had done, he laid his arms upon the table and bent his head to them. “Nor am I going to,” she answered, smiling. His name was Peter. "Ay.
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