Geoffrey's Victory by Mrs Georgie Sheldon — page 61: what you’re looking at

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MRS. BREVORT’S RECEPTION. ~~ — oT Her beautiful arms, round and as smooth as marble, were also covered, but not concealed, by sleeves of lace. | Her nut-brown hair, which shone like finest satin, had all been drawn up and coiled around the top of her head like a gleaming coronet, while a few soft, silken rings curled charmingly about her pure forehead. There was not a flower nor an ornament about her any- where excepting that string of pearls, but the very sim- plicity of her toilet was artistic and just adapted to en- hance her beauty of face and form. Everet Mapleson saw her the moment that she entered . the room; indeed, he had been waiching her for a half- hour or more, and his eyes glowed with admiration. . “She is a hundred fold more lovely than I thought her this afternoon,” he said, under his breath. “I shall love that girl, if I allow myself to see much of her. And why not? I believe I will set myself regularly at work to win her; thus I shall not only secure 2 charming little wife, but accomplish my revenge, also, for the indignity that 1 have received from his hands.” He watched Gladys, while she was presented to the hostess, and was charmed with the ease and grace of her manners. “She belongs, evidently, to a good family; she has been well reared,” he continued, ‘‘even my critical and aristocratic mammacould not fail to be satisfied with her asa daughter, although she is not particularly partial to Northern women. She reminds me of some one, too. wonder who it can be? There is something strangely familiar in the proud way that she carries herself.” He moved toward another portion of the room, as he saw Gladys and her friends pass on, and, seeking Mrs. Vanderwater, who, by the way, was the mother of Albert Vanderwater, Everet Mapleson’s chum and eepeciet: friend at Yale, he asked : “Do you know the party of people who have just ene} tered—that gentleman with three ladies ?” “Oh, yes: they are the Lorings. Mr. J.ioring is a wealthy Wall street broker. His wife is a daughter of the late Colonel Elwell, and their daughter, Miss Addie, is a charming voung lady. not to mention the fact that she is the only child and the heiress to a great deal of money.” “Introduce me, will you?” asked Everet, eagerly. “To be sure I will; but is it the money or the beauty that attracts you most” queried the lady, rogtishly. “T will tell you later,” retorted the young man, in the (E(0) AMIEL) Sal 3