Should She Have Left Him? — page 78: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER II. AN ECCENTRIC HONEYMOON. THE Courtenay-Waldemar engagement was no longer a sensation in July. It was an accepted fact, and society had turned to other considerations. But a much greater sensation—one which also involved the Courtenay name—was in preparation. The first ripples of it were felt, curiously enough, by those whose only connection with that world which makes its Aadztat in Newport in the summer, is that of servitors, caretakers of the city houses it had abandoned for the season. One morning in July these people were much interested in a gray stone house in New York City, the windows of which looked out upon Central Park, and which had suddenly shown signs of life. It was not so much because the house was occupied, for it was current news in the neighborhood that it had been purchased and richly furnished by Henry Trescotte for the bride he had made in April, but because it was opened in July rather than in Octo ber, as was the understanding. To enter a new house and put it upon a midwinter scale, with stable in complete array, in the hot summer month, when everybody who was anybody és GOMMGIOO cS (GO)