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170 A SOCIAL METEOR. And she settled herself for another nap. “My dear, you really must come,” persisted Georgie, ‘or I shall have to call Annette. You never could undress yourself to-night.” Ray sprang up with as much indignation as she could muster at that moment. “What do you mean? I suppose you wish to imply that I can’t see straight. Well, may be I can’t; but, all the same, I don’t choose to be in- sulted. I can get along as well as you,” starting toward her room with uncertain steps. ‘Take your arm away.” ‘Then, overcome by a sudden dizziness, she put her hand to her head again, and would have fallen if it had not been for Georgie. “After all,” she admitted, a little more amiably, “T don’t think I am able to do much for myself; so you'll help me, won’t you? I can’t imagine what ails me.” And she allowed herself to be un- dressed, quite meekly, watching Georgie’s move- ments with a dull, stupid air, and as soon as the gas was out she fell into a deep, heavy sleep. Georgie’s esteem for Ray had received its death blow, and she was now thoroughly disgusted with her. How any woman, who pretended to be a lady, could so far forget herself as she had was beyond her comprehension, and as she made her own Gomicbooks (EO)