A Social Meteor — page 165: what you’re looking at

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A SUULAL METEOR. 155 a trifle stronger, a little brandy or whisky; really, it will warm you up,” he urged, “and you must be chilled through.” “No, the sherry will be enough. | Wait, though, tell him to put a little bitters in it.” “That’s better,” laughed Jack, “and you may bring me some absinthe.” ‘Absinthe ?” repeated Ray. “Do you know I think I'll change my mind and take some, too,” ‘Don’t, it’s abominable stuff to begin to drink,” remarked Lee, with a shudder. “It ruins your nerves in a very short time. Stick to the whisky, Ray, and leave absinthe alone.” “T know all about it; I saw loads of it drunk in Paris, and have always been crazy to taste it,” she answered, shortly. “This once won’t hurt me.” So the two glasses of absinthe were brought and drank. Everybody, apparently, was in excellent spirits, and the dinner passed off swimmingly. Georgie was unusually bright and animated, while Ray was fairly overflowing with jovial spirits. Some good stories were told and enjoyed; some mutual friends discussed, and a large quantity of eatables and drinkables was dis- posed of. ‘S Eomichoo com,