A Social Meteor — page 260: what you’re looking at

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250 | A SOCIAL METEOR. they were written lies, base lies. Here, give me the poker, so that I can make them burn faster. Ah, that’s something like a blaze; they can never do any more mischief, never break any more hearts, can they?” and she accentuated every other word with a blow from the poker, laughing © with wild, unnatural gayety as the paper wilted under the heat. | | ‘Lor’, Miss Georgie,” cried Katie, alarmed at the-strangeness of her behavior, “don’t do so,” coaxingly, ‘or you'll make yourself sick again. Take this, now, and come to bed, that’s a dear, and I'll cover you up like I did when you were a child, and you'll be quite yourself in a little while. Come, I’m waiting.” But even as she spoke, Georgie reeled and fell back in a swoon, and by morning she was raving in delirium. (Elo) Eomicbooks