A Final Triumph; or, A Lady Bachelor — page 89: what you’re looking at

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GLIMPSES ONLY. | 8? rich, and he is devoted. I think she really loves the other man most, but you know—’’ The woman looked very knowing at the moment; society people always know about such matters, or think they do. — The conversation brought a revelation to Laurence Adams, and should it prove true, all his prognostications were at fault, all his sympathy had been wasted. He determined to watch the pair, and at length secured an opportunity to do so. Eloise and her friend were seated in a small reception-room across the great hall. ‘hey were alone, and Laurence took up a position in the rear room close to the door. This position was a coigne d’avantage; he could both see and hear. He studied the speaking countenance of Eloise, and at once the lie was given to the suggestions he had heard previously. She wore a wearied look; her answers to her companion were mechanical; there was no mistaking the fact—neither love, design, nor self-interest was reflected in her glances. Laurence was still watching, when suddenly there came a bright look in the eyes of Eloise, her face flushed, in- deed, for the moment was illuminated, as she turned and uttered words which would have forever dispelled the hopes of a man of sense. Laurence overheard her, although she spoke just above a whisper, but firmly, and their import, which was in answer to what her attendant had said, was unmistakable. She spoke sensibly, clearly yet kindly, and a little later she rose and left the room. Laurence had the positive evidence that her heart was dead to any new hopes in one direction; his sympathies were renewed as all his predictions were confirmed. He Gomichbooks (E(o)