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212 A SOCIAL METEOR. Georgie opened her lips to speak, but Peter saved her the trouble. “Stand aside,” he cried, imperiously, “or I'll find means to make you, you ill-bred terma- gant.” There was no mistaking his tone, and she sullenly obeyed him, even though she was in her own house. “If I were you,” he added, with asperity, ad- dressing Jack, who sat silently by with an expression of helpless despair on his face, “I would profit by this unpleasant little experience. Let me give you a tip, will you? If you let her,” indicating Mrs. Kirkendale with a wave of his hand, “rule you in this way, she will lead you a merry dance, I can tell you,” and without waiting for a reply, he drew the frightened Geor- oie from the room. ‘S (Ee) Gomichboo