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"little girl"

"I did what I could for her -- risking what might or might not be said," Mr. Pomeroy might add,

"Wonderful match!" said Peter Pomeroy,

"She's not as attractive as Rachael at that," said Peter Pomeroy.

"Five nights a week!" supplemented Peter Pomeroy.

"Rachael's a perfectly adorable and brilliant and delightful creature," summarized Peter Pomeroy, "but she's not got a penny nor a relative in the world that I've ever heard of! She's got no grounds for divorcing Clarence, and if she simply wanted to get out, why, now that she's brought Billy up, introduced her generally, whipped the girl into some sort of shape and got her the right sort of friends, I suppose she might get out and welcome!"

"Her sister, you know, was thick with my niece, Barbara Olliphant," said Peter Pomeroy.

"And funny thing! -- when Barbara was married..."

"Clarence hasn't showed up here at all to-day," said Peter Pomeroy

"Shame, too, for we had some good golf. Course is in splendid condition. George beat me three up and two to play, but I don't bear any malice. Here I am signing for his highball."

"I'll call him out, and run him through the liver," said Peter Pomeroy, "the miserable catiff! I'll brook no rivals, Billy."

"Nothing like praising the girl with faint damns!" Peter Pomeroy chuckled.

"I -- oh, Lord! I don't see a play once a year," he said, with the manner, if not the actual presence, of a yawn. "I think it's rather good. I'll tell you what, Greg, I don't see you losing any money on it," he added, with interest; "it'll run; the matinee girls will come!"