She raised her swimming eyes to Mistress
Mary's with a look of unspeakable trust. 'I love you! oh, I love,
love, love you!' she whispered, and, holding the flower close to her
breast, she breathed a sigh of sweet content, and sank again into
quiet slumber.
CHAPTER XII--FLOTSAM AND JETSAM
It may be said in justice to Mrs. Grubb that she was more than
usually harassed just at this time.
Mrs. Sylvester, her voluble next-door neighbour, who had lifted many
sordid cares from her shoulders, had suddenly become tired of the
'new method of mental healing,' and during a brief absence of Mrs.
Grubb from the city had issued a thousand embossed gilt-edged cards,
announcing herself as the Hand Reader in the following terms
TO THE ELITE LADIES AND GENTLEMEN OF THE CITY!
I take this method of introducing myself to your kind consideration
as a Hand Reader of RARE and GENUINE MERIT; catering merely to the
Creme du le Creme of this city. No others need apply.
Having been educated carefully and refinedly, speaking French
fluently, therefore I only wish to deal with the elite of the bon-
ton.
I do not advertise in papers nor at residence.
Ladies $1.50. Gents $2.
Yours truly,
MRS. PANSY SYLVESTER,
3 Eden Place near 4th,
Lower bell
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