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A SOCIAL METHOR. 41 CHAPTER III. TAKEN BY STORM. Mrs. Thorne had just returned from her morn- ing ride in the park. She had enjoyed herself highly, and now, flushed and rosy from the exhil- arating exercise, she was about to sit down toa light luncheon in her own room before taking her usual nap. She was passionately fond of riding. Of an indolent and idle temperament naturaliy, she would rise at any hour, in any weather, to take a gallop with some congenial friend. But she would never go alone, declaring that she could not endure her own society for so long a time. She found her chop delicious and her eggs, a /a Turc, exactly to her taste. Amnette was just lay- ing out the loose gown in which madam gener- ally took her siesta when Joseph, the butler, rapped at the door. “What can the stupid fellow want ?” exclaimed . Mrs, Thorne, crossly. “He knows well enough “ | Eomicbooks (E(o)