A Social Meteor — page 285: what you’re looking at

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A SOCIAL METEOR. 275 ‘This is from mamma,” she murmured, break- ing the seal of one of them. “I wonder if it will be any more amiable than her last? It begins a little more affectionately. Poor mamma, she is breaking her heart because my social triumphs are at an end.” She glanced hastily through it, and was about to take up the second one when a sound on the gravel below attracted her attention. A man on a large English horse was riding slowly up the road. She pulled the: bell rope, and after ordering the servant to tell his master where he would find her, she took up her letter again. As she neared the end of the second page her face suddenly blanched, and a low exclama- tion broke from her. But she recovered herself immediately and smilingly held out her hand to the tall, bronzed man who had joined her a few moments later. He looked very handsome as he sat there on the balustrade, with the light of the dying day falling softly on his face and head with its thick brown hair. ‘The dark corduroy jacket he wore was extremely becoming to him, and she thought, with a throb of satisfaction, what a splendid, big, manly fellow he was. ‘What kept you so long?’ she asked. “I was beginning to be worried. I thought you might have gone sailing in that abominable little boat Eomichoo cS GoM