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A SOCIAL METEOR. 19 Georgie turned quickly, and looking her friend calmly in the face, replied, coldly : “T have no other feeling for him now, than one of utter contempt. At first, when he began to neglect me after our reconciliation, I think I hated him, and I know I hated myself for being weak enough to listen to his excuses and meekly submit to his fault-finding when other men dared to send me bouquets, or take me to the play, but after that my heart seemed to gradually freeze up, and now I don’t think I should be moved if I were to hear that he was dead—or married. ‘What fools we women are, anyway,” she con- tinued, clasping her knee with her hands, and with her gaze still on the fire. “We lie down and let a man trample on us; when we love him, and then, instead of looking for it as a natural result, we are surprised when he leaves us and seeks ‘green fields.’ It’s a strange world, isn’t it? And we all need experience to knock a little common sense into our heads. Well, I’ve had my lesson; no other man shall have the oppor- tunity of making a fool of me. I’m beginning to believe that the less one permits one’s self to feel, the better off one is. It doesn’t seem to be of any use to be patient or faithful; every one Gomichoo cS (E(o)