A Social Meteor — page 110: what you’re looking at

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100. A SOCIAL METEUR. at least thirty years her senior, a cross-grained, hot-tempered old fellow, with plenty of money and a fondness for display, both of which his young wife shared with him. Their house was superbly furnished, their turn-outs eminently “correct,” and their servants mere automatons, without apparently a thought or an idea outside of their several duties. Her gowns were marvels of loveliness, and she was free to come and go as she pleased, so long as she added honor and glory to the name of her husband, and did not bring even the shadow of a suspicion upon herself by any outward flirtations with “boys.” Her “set” regarded her with envy, and pro- nounced her the most fortunate of women, to which observation she listened with a well-trained > smile, thereby strengthening the general opinion as to her perfect, unalloyed happiness. If, indeed, at times her heart beat heavily under her Redfern bodice when the bliss of two lovers came under her notice, she soon managed to change the sigh lingering on her lips into a sneer at such “foolishness,” and thank her lucky stars that there was not an ounce of sez¢zment in her whole compo- sition. Or,if the rasping tones of her lord and mas- ter occasionally brought to her mind the fact that comicbooks (Eo)