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204 A SUCIAL METEOR. for he sat staring in front of him as if he had seen a ghost. “Georgie !” Sack t? “What on earth ever brought you here?” he asked, as if he doubted his own eyes. “I didn’t expect to see you,” she answered, faltering. “No? Are you then acquainted with Mrs. Kirkendale ?” NO.” “Then,” he went on, dismissing by a motion the servant, who, devoured by curiosity, was still lingering, “how did you find the house ?” ‘Never mind how I found it—I’ve known of her for a long time, and Jack—I’m so sorry.” “For whom, for me? You’re most kind, ?’m sure. Still, ’m happy enough, so cease, I beg of you, to waste your pity on me.” He spoke coldly, as if he considered her an intruder. “Don’t talk so to me,” she returned, her eyes filling with tears, “if you knew how I’ve thought and grieved about you. How can you do as you do, when you know you are killing your mother Gomichbooks (E@)