A Social Meteor — page 20: what you’re looking at

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10 A SCCIAL METEOR. softly in between the heavy plush curtains, she felt distinctly better than she had for months. “Your tea is certainly delicious, Ray,” she said, as she placed her empty cup on the table. But she declined any more. Her hostess had thrown herself into a low lounging-chair, and was toying with a tiny, long- eared dog which had crept into her lap. She was | a pretty little woman of about twenty-eight, with a pair of soft brown eyes, and a mass of bright yellow hair. Her complexion was heightened by the least suspicion of rouge. “Although it’s months since I last saw you, cherie,” she began, “‘you are as beautiful as ever, and no doubt are as busy breaking hearts as you were then. But why don’t you marry? Can’t you keep in love long enough? I’m afraid you’re a little cruel, Georgie, if all accounts are true. I really pitied that poor Jack Nelson—he was so awfully ‘gone’; and then to be thrown over just like the rest, after six months of your fascinating society. Ah, well,” with a little sigh, “some day you may come across a man who will repay you for all this trifling of yours, and leave you to cry your pretty eyes out, while he rides gayly away. And Jack was so handsome, rich, and altogether Eomichoo SS (E©)