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192 A SOCIAL METEOR, I actually could not stand passing the rest of my life in poverty with you. I should die.” “Your truthfulness is surpassed only by your extreme good manners, my dear,” sneered her husband, in his most offensive tone. ‘But do as you like, I beg; I wouldn’t have you incommode yourself for anything, though perhaps that ad- vice is superfluous, as you generally do do that. I may, then, have the pleasure of seeing you some fine day parading around one of our shops in the role of a ‘tryer on,’ I suppose, or, better still, of beholding you in one of our theaters exhibiting your faultless figure to the Philadel- phia swells at a dollar fifty per head. Well, you will carry my best wishes with you, of course, though, I must say, I think you are making me a very poor return for picking you out of the mud,” “You never picked me out of the mud,” she cried, the hot blood rushing to her cheeks, ‘and you’re a coward to say so.” “Of course I’m not speaking literally, you ought to know that,” he answered, in tones which he pretended to make soothing, but which, in reality exasperated her more than ever, “but candidly now, where would you be if it wasn’t EComicboo : (E(o)