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160 A SOCIAL METEOR. for a while, and it was not until they were nearly out of the park that he spoke. ‘Then, rousing himself to ask some trivial question, he was startled at the expression of Georgie’s face. She was pale as death, and there were lines of pain about her mouth as deep as if she had been suf- fering agony for days. “Why, my darling,” he began, but she turned her head away from him. He tried to take her hand, but with no better success; she drew it away, and moved as far from him as possible. Then he put his arm around her and drew her to him, gently. She struggled for an instant, but seeing that he was the stronger, she yielded, and hiding her face on his shoulder, suddenly burst into wild sobs. He tried to soothe her as one would a little child, wiping away the tears, and stroking her forehead and hair. He could feel her trembling and shuddering from head to foot, while deep sighs shook her whole frame. “Don’t, don’t go on so, Georgie,” he begged, “or you'll make yourself ill. Calm yourself a little. It pains me to see you so distressed.” At last, worn out with weeping, she threw her- self back and cried, as if in sheer agony of spirit: “Oh, Lee, I’m so unhappy, I’m so unhappy!” cComicbooks:co