Peter: a novel of which he is not the hero by Francis Hopkinson Smith
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"All right, sir, I'll take care of 'em. Just as soon as you begin
to speak you won't hear a sound." As Minott moved from Morris's seat another and louder shout arose from the other end of the table: "Garry, Garry, hurry up!" came the cry. It was evident the young man was very popular. Peter dropped his glasses from his nose, and turning toward Morris said in a low voice: "That's a very breezy young man, Holker, the one who has just left us. Got something in him, has he, besides noise?" "Yes, considerable. Wants toning down once in a while, but there's no question of his ability or of his loyalty. He never shirks a duty and never forgets a kindness. Queer combination when you think of it, Peter. What he will make of himself is another matter." Peter drew his body back and sent his thoughts out on an investigating tour. He was wondering what effect the influence of a young man like Minott would have on a young man like Breen. The waiters at this point brought in huge trays holding bowls of tobacco and long white clay pipes, followed by even larger trays bearing coffee in little cups. Morris waited a moment and then rapped for order. Instantly a hush fell upon the noisy room; plates and glasses were pushed back so as to give the men elbow |
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