THE REDEMPTION OF ANTHONY
"Well, I'll tell you," said Peter, with sudden passion. "It was love—love—love! Oh, Priscilla, unless you come to the rescue, I shall drink three drops and die!"
Priscilla sat up and inspected him.
"What are you driving at?" she said impatiently.
She looked very young, and Peter felt a thousand years old.
"Priscilla, did you ever hear of love?"
"Of course."
"Do you know what it means?"
She nodded.
"Well, I've got it—I've got it terribly. I'm dying of it."
Her face showed swift concern. "Dear me! I'm so sorry, Peter."
"Of course I know I'm not good enough for her."
Priscilla leaped to a swift conclusion.
"No, you're not."
"No fellow could be. She's the sweetest thing on earth."
"Isn't she?"—warmly.
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