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202 A SOUIAL MLTEOR. But she turned a deaf ear, as before, and hur- ried him to the railroad station. “She’s living in a flat,’ he announced, as they rattled up Broadway in a cab, “‘and so there will perhaps be less danger of any one’s seeing you, which will be a blessing, as she’s decidedly not of your set. She’s the widow of a butcher, or some- thing vulgar.” “Stop your grumbling, you old grandfather,” she exclaimed, putting her hand playfully over his mouth, “you do worry so about trifles! Pray, who’s to see me, and what of itif they do? Am I so well known in the streets of New York that I cannot make a friendly callif I like? Noone will know anything about it, though, not even Jack.” “I’m not at all sure about that, for I suppose she tells him everything, and it isn’t likely she’ll omit this.” ‘Well, I shall bind her to secrecy, at any rate, and then trust to her honor. ‘That’s all any one can do.” He shrugged his shoulders in dismay. “But what if you meet him there?” he asked. “TPve chosen an hour when he will surely not be there,” she replied, “and I won't stay very EO NNKEl NCO KS (E@)