The Craze of Christina — page 27: what you’re looking at

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The Craze of Christina. 23 She met her host with two outstretched hands neatly gloved in tan-colored doeskin. **Dear Mr. Clifford, I felt I must run over and see you, as we heard you were settled down now. Im notin the least bit conventional, you know; my name is Nora Bruhen; I'll drop my husband’s pasteboard in the hall as I go out, © and then it will be all right. We want to be neighborly, Fred and I. We aren’t stiff and stuck-up like some of the people down here, and I am so sorry for you, Mr. Clifford!’’ ‘“‘] am sure you are very kind,’’ murmured Clifford gratefully, though he had not the slightest idea what this tall blonde woman with the elegant figure and rather long nose was driving at, or why she was sorry for him. - Was it on account of Docker, perchance? If so, he could certainly appreciate her sympathy. “Only this morning,’’ went on his visitor rapidly, ‘‘Fred—that’s my old husband—said to me, ‘Don’t stand on ceremony, Nora; it’s high time we should look that poor young man up. Go over and see him, and tell him we are his friends, his true friends, and that we welcome him to Middleshire;’ so I just hopped on the bike, you see, and here J am!”’ “You are very kind,’ again murmured Clif- ford somewhat confusedly, for he was quite ConniclooolkSseo