Should She Have Left Him? — page 188: what you’re looking at

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FORTUNE'S FANTASTIC SPORTS. 175 The visitor arose, looking with keen but modest scrutiny upon the mistress of the house. “Pray do not rise,” said Dorothy. “‘Pardon me, if I go to the fire. It is very cold, is it not?’ Mrs. Adams, again much agitated, murmured that she had found it so, had been much chilled, but the servant had thoughtfully given her a glass of wine. This exchange was followed by an embarrassing silence. Dorothy drew off her gloves, holding her pink and white fingers to the fire, wondering the while who her visitor could be, and what her busi- ness could be about. Mrs. Adams nervously turned her pocket-book over and over. The child, feeling strange, hid behind his mother, peeping out to watch the elegant lady bending over the coals. At length Dorothy, who had been expecting her visitor to - open her business, began to think that distance restrained her, and so took a chair nearer. “I fear I have given you a long wait,” she said in the way of re-opening the conversation. “I was in hopes,” began the other, in a voice that trembled a little, “that my card would convey such knowledge of myself as to relieve me of the embar rassment of telling who I am.” Dorothy, flinging a quick, intense look upon Mrs. Adams, hastily left her seat, and going to the mantel took from it the card she had laid upon it and eagerly scanned it. She moved forward as if to rejoin her visitor, stood still, in unbounded amaze ment, She breathed rather than articulated: GOMMGIOO cS (GO)