A Social Meteor — page 220: what you’re looking at

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210 A SOCIAL METEOR. trust me, and I will make you happy, I know I can.” There was a sound in the outer hall, as of some one coming up stairs, then the rustle of a woman’s skirts. Jack looked uneasily toward the door, and then at Georgie, but she apparently had heard nothing. ‘Then the steps ceased, and presently two voices mingled outside in low conversation, which reassured Jack, and the look of anxiety left his face. The blood was coursing wildly through Georgie’s veins, and she listened breathlessly for his answer. “T cannot give her up. I love her.” She fell back in her seat, with a low moan, at these words; her hope was short-lived and had died a violent death. Humiliation, disappoint- iment,and despair, each in turn, took possession of her. suddenly the door burst open and a gay, ring- ing laugh fell upon their ears. A woman, tall and superbly formed, stood before them. “A pretty picture, truly,” she cried, regarding the pair with snapping eyes. “Did you ever?” she continued, addressing nobody in particular, though Peter had unceremoniously followed her €O comirebooks