A Social Meteor — page 22: what you’re looking at

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12 A £0CIAL METEOR. “Good. Now for your story—every word, please. I’m deeply interested, and want to hear it all,” said Ray, leaning back in her chair, while the dog, sickened by the smoke, retreated to the other side of the room. “Don’t ask me to go over it again, Ray,” re- plied Georgie, pleadingly, “it’s so old now, and I almost forget the ‘details,’ as you call them. I don’t like to refer to it. Let’s talk about some- thing else, please, your visit to St. Petersburg, for instance.” , “No,” said Ray, “I can’t possibly let you off, because I really am anxious to know what caused you to change your mind. I heard so many ab- surd reports. You quarreled, didn’t you? Iwas told, among other things, that you demanded a settlement of twenty thousand to be made on your wedding-day, and he got angry, and called you a ‘mercenary little wretch.’ I didn’t suppose there was any truth in that, knowing you as well as I do. You would never have made such a foolish blunder.”’ “No, that was as ridiculous as the rest,” laughed Georgie. “We quarreled on account of jealousy, pure and simple.” “Ah, that’s more like it. But go on—go on, EGomichboo 6S (E@)