Geoffrey's Victory by Mrs Georgie Sheldon — page 58: what you’re looking at

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_ 54 A STRANGE ENCOUNTER. me,” he concluded, drawing a card from his pocket-book, and respectfully presenting it to her. At the first sound of his voice Gladys was conscious that she had madea dreadful blunder, and she was in- stantly covered with confusion. She knew at once that this man could not be Geoffrey, and yet who was he? So like him in face and form, with his very eyes and hair, and that familiar way of throw- ing up his head when suddenly addressed ! “Everet Mapleson, Richmond, Virginia,” she read upon the card that he had given her, and instantly the startled thought shot through her mind: “Can it be possible that he and Geoffrey are reiated 2?” ‘‘T beg your pardon, Mr. Mapleson,” she said, recover- ing herself somewhat, while she searched his face for something by which she could distinguish him from Geof- frey. “I perceive that I have madea mistake, but you so strangely resemble my—Mr. Geoffrey Huntress that I mistook you for him.” She had been about to say “my brother,” but suddenly checked herself, for, since Geoffrey had shown so much of his heart to her and she had begun to analyze her own feelings toward him, she had been very shy about calling him brother. “Ah! Mr. Geoffrey Huntress,” repeated Everet Maple- son, with a quick flash from his eyes, while his keen mind at once made a shrewd guess, and argued therefrom that this beautiful girl must be either the sister or the cousin of hisenemy. “I have met that gentieman, for J alsoam a student at Yale.” he continued, “and—pardon my bold- ness—I presume I[ now have the pleasure of meeting his sister. Miss Huntress.” “‘No, I am nothis sister, Mr. Mapleson,” Gladys re- plied, her color coming and going in soft, little sunrise flushes, “but we are members of the same family, and Iam Miss Huntress.” “Ah, yes—excuse me—you are cousins, I presume. Huntress once told me that he was reared by an uncle. I am sorrv, upon my word,” he went on, with an appealing look, “if our singular resemblance has caused you any annoyance to-day; pray think no more of it since it was avery natural mistake. We are often addressed by each other’s name—indeed, we are known at Yale as ‘the mys- terious double.’ ” Ali the time the young man was speaking he was closely observing the young girl. GOI O)) IDO@LK C@