A Social Meteor — page 300: what you’re looking at

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290 A SOCIAL METEOR, CHAPTER XXTI. THE FUTURE WHICH IS SO FULL OF HOPE. October is generally considered to be one of the loveliest months of the year, and the day of which I am writing, was a typical “golden day.” The sun shone brightly, the birds sang sweetly, and the wind blew gently—so gently as to scarcely stir the short, fluffy locks of a beautiful girl, seated in a comfortable garden chair under a tree, in a country place on the Hudson. She was well wrapped up, in spite of the balminess of the air, and a second glance would convince you that care would not be taken amiss with her, for she was very pale and delicate looking. In her hands she held a dainty piece of embroidery, but I am afraid this morning it got but little at- tention,.as her eyes were bent far oftener upon the man who lay full length at her feet. | Presently he spoke. _ “Are you sure you are warm enough?” he said. “I beg of you, do not expose yourself to the least danger. Just think if I were to lose you zow.”’ “Not much fear, I imagine,” she replied. “I am really quite well, and it seems absurd for me to be so careful of myself. I never knew how e@nniclooxs (E)