Should She Have Left Him? — page 169: what you’re looking at

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156 SHOULD SHE HAVE LEFT HIM? No man can endure the contempt of the woman he admires. Tracey Harte wilted. “Your threatened punishment is too great!” he cried. “I yield.” She gave him her hand, and with it the ravishing smile a woman, who has won a victory over that poor thing called man, always bestows as a healing balm, and whispered : “ You are learning to make love, Tracey.” Then she gave her arm to the youth who had been patiently waiting for her, as Tracey, a good deal troubled, turned from her. But at the moment she saw an arrival which filled her with joy and surprise. The arrival was the Countess Malcolm—her dearest friend, the playmate of her child days, the confidante of her girl hours, the partner of her pranks, and the participant in all her escapades, whose bridesmaid she had been when the Earl of Malcolm was wed. With an abandon which would have been deemed vulgar in a daughter of the people, she flung her arms about the American graft upon English stalk, to be received with the same effusiveness. Out of the whirl of kisses and ‘“ When did you comes,” and * How long have you been heres,” the fact appeared, that, contrary to the generally accepted notion, the Earl of Malcolm had an idea, which was music. Though their yacht had only arrived in port during the previous night, the earl, having learned that Paderewski was to play that afternoon, was determined to hear him. As they parted, Mrs. Trevor-Allen was seized of a GOMMGIOO cS (GO)