A Social Meteor — page 18: what you’re looking at

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8 A SOCIAL METEOR. Telegraph, if possible, when I may expect you, and believe me always, Devotedly, RAY THORNE. Georgie Wheatley read this letter over twice, and then sat looking out of the window at the drizzling rain, with her hands clasped idly in her lap, and a thoughtful, almost sad expression on her face. “How foolish I am,” she said, finally, “how foolish I’ve been for a long time, and the sooner I tnrn over a new leaf, the better it will be for me. I ought to have more pride than to be spending my days in grieving after a man who probably never even thinks of me now, and yet that’s exactly what I am doing. It’s high time I turned my thoughts into a different channel if I hope ever to respect myself again.” She rose and went to the mirror, where she surveyed herself, languidly, from head to foot. The image reflected there would be satisfactory to most girls, and probably have brought a smile of contentment to their lips, but the serious ex- pression did not leave her face, as she gazed. “Tm a trifle thin and pale just now, and the corners of my mouth turn down, instead of up, as they should, but a change of air and scene will EONNICELOOC) 7 SS (E©)