Geoffrey's Victory by Mrs Georgie Sheldon — page 75: what you’re looking at

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THE RECEPTION. i gs secret connected with the affair, he meant to ferretit out _ alone, and possibly it might give him an advantage over his rival in the future if he should stand in the way of his winning Gladys for his wife. A little later, when he went in search of her, and found her pacing up and down the great hall leaning on ~ Geotirey’s arm, chatting with him in a free and unre- strained way, and saw both their faces so luminous and. happy, and knew that already they had become all in all to each other, he ground his teeth savagely, and vowed that he would destroy their confidence and peace before another twelve months should elapse. He stationed himself behind some draperies where he could see without veing seen, and continued to watch them, although it drove him almost to a frenzy to see how happy and unreserved Gladys was with his rival. Her face was eager and animated—it never had lighted up like that when in his presence—her eyes glowed, her lips were wreathed with smiles, and she chattered like a magpie. She seemed to have forgotten where she was, by whom surrounded, everything, save that she was with Geoffrey. : | He knew well enough when she began to tell him about — encountering his double in the cafe, for he saw Geoffrey start, change color, and then grow suddenly grave. ‘‘Ts Everet Mapleson here in New York?” he heard him ask, as they drew near where he was standing. “Yes; and oh, Geoff, he is solike you. Even I could hardly detect any difference.” Geoffrey smiled at the reply. It implied a great deal; it told him that she could dis- tinguish between them if any one could, and that her eyes, sharpened by affection, had been able to detect something unlike in them. ; “Do you think you would always be able to tell us apart, Gladys?” Geoffrey eagerly asked. “Of course I should, you dear old Geoff,” she affirmed, with a toss of her bright head. “ How ?” ‘Why, I only need to look into your eyes to know you,” she said, with a fond upward glance. At this reply, Geoffrey hugged close to his side the small hand that lay on his arm, and his heart thrilled with a sweet hope. “What is there in my eyes, Gladys, that is different from Everet Mapleson'’s?” he asked. GOmIicboo Ss (E(0) =)