Should She Have Left Him? — page 246: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER VIII. DOROTHY’S PROPOSAL. THE following evening, at early candle light, as they used to cail it, before the fashion of hurrying through this jostling world had brought about a minute and prompt observance of hours and division of hours, Tracey Harte was entertaining the widow Trevor-Allen with all the current gossip of the day. Hewas her only purveyor now that she was withdrawn from society for a period of decorous mourning. When he had unloaded his guantum (and she had been unusually unattentive and had actually yawned twice during his most exciting morsel) she disturbed his self-satisfied serenity with this remark: “Tracey, you must stop calling on me.” “Oh, Mrs. Trevor-Allen!”’ “Ves, dear boy, you must. When I was a wife it was all very well, but now that I am a widow, and must regard propriety, people will talk. One can stand a little scandal when one is a wife, but talk, especially if one is without a husband, oh, my!” And the vivacious little woman turned up her dainty hands and her lovely eyes in horrified protest. “Oh, I say, that is rough!’ stammered the luckless 240 Comiclboolkkxs C@