A Social Meteor — page 162: what you’re looking at

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152 A SOCIAL METEOR. “Then I shall go without.” “Well, suit yourself, Georgie, only I think you're treating poor Jack very shabbily.” A little after six Lee was ushered in, and Jack followed almost immediately. Georgie, as was generally the case, was ready some time before Ray, and as she entered the room the two men were struck by her exquisite beauty. She wore a tight-fitting street suit of black velvet, edged at the throat and wrists with bands of sable. ‘The jacket, which was buttoned from the left shoulder to the right hip, showed every line of her superb figure to advantage. A little Russian cap sat jauntily upon her head. A muff, and a pair of gloves to match, completed her costume. The only color about her glowed in her cheeks and in the big, heavily lashed eyes. When Ray appeared she greeted Jack effu- sively, and he, while he congratulated her upon the success of her toilet, could not help com- ' paring her, mentally, to a pretty little song and dance arizste, with her tinted eyes and the mass of fluffy yellow hair drawn low over her forehead. She wore a long, dark red cloak over a heavily beaded black silk dress, and a big flaring hat “comicboo CS) (eo)