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08 A SOCIAL METEOR. satisfied with the effect of her speech, for Georgie turned white to the lips. | “Who told you this?” she asked, in a low voice. | “A friend of Charley’s, who knows Mr. Nelson well. But, my dear, it was foolish of me to even mention his name to you, since it affects you so. Pray forgive me. I wouldn’t have hurt your feel- ings for the world.” “You haven’t hurt my feelings,” answered Georgie, “only it was a slight shock, and you know I’m not well. I think [ll go to bed, for talking has made my head worse again. No, never mind the flowers—I’ll take care of them. See, I'll put them on this little table at the head of my bed, where I can look at them the first thing in the morning.” EOMICLOOOlKS,E©