A Social Meteor — page 76: what you’re looking at

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66. A SOCIAL METEOR. I”—smilinge—might get jealous of this unknown first-comer.”’ When she went up stairs she knocked gently at Ray’s door, and then went on to her own rooni. Before she had time to turn up the light and dis- miss the sleepy maid who was dozing in her chair, she heard a quick footstep in the hall, and a moment later Ray entered the room and un- ceremoniously threw herself down on the tiger- skin in front of the fire. She was a cold-blooded little creature, and was always complaining of being chilly. Her silk wrapper was open at the throat, and showed the plump white throat and breast; her hair was hanging loosley down her back, and Georgie noticed that her face was hag- gard and looked as if she had been crying. She lay with her eyes fixed on nothing in particular, twining her fingers nervously in and out of the animal’s hair, for fully five minutes, without speaking a word. ‘Then she said, moving a little away from the blaze: ‘Don’t you love to lounge before a fire ?” “T don’t know. Yes, of course, when I’m cold,” answered Georgie. “I mean to lie in front of it and dream. No, I don’t believe you do; it isn’t natural to you to gS) (E(@) Gomicboo