A Social Meteor — page 190: what you’re looking at

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180 ~ A SOCIAL METEOR. Mr. Thorne took out his pen-knife and opened it. “That's the worst of it, my dear, I didn’t until last month, when I foolishly put almost every- thing I had init. You see I thought I might double my fortune, but unfortunately, I lose more instead. I can wait and try over again, I sup- pose. Things may run my way perhaps, some day.” She sank trembling into a chair. “Ts everything gone ?” she gasped. ‘Pretty nearly.” ‘How can you be so cool about it ?” “What’s the use of crying over spilt milk? Besides, we both enjoyed it while it lasted, and there’s no sense in complaining over what you can’t help.” Her hands fell to her sides, nerveless. “Then we are poor ?” she whispered, with white lips. ‘“That’s about it, my girl, poor, poor, poor; can you realize it?” he replied, showing his teeth ina disagreeable smile. “But of course you can, as you had never tasted the pleasures of riches when I married you. If it hadn’t been for me you would doubtless be teaching school some- Eomicbooks.Go.