He seems to have forgotten my existence completely . No doubt he has consoled himself with Mary Carter . Well , that is all for the best , but I must say I did not think Jack could have forgotten me so soon or so absolutely . Of course it does not make the least difference to me . The Sinclairs and the Bromptons and the Curries are to dine here tonight . I can see myself reflected in the long mirror before me , and I really think my appearance will satisfy even Gus Sinclair 's critical eye . I am pale , as usual , I never have any colour . That used to be one of Jack 's grievances . He likes pink and white milkmaidish girls . My `` magnificent pallor '' did n't suit him at all . But , what is more to the purpose , it suits Gus Sinclair . He admires the statuesque style . * * * * * Montreal , Jan. 20 , 18 -- . Here it is a whole month since my last entry . I am sitting here decked out in `` gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls '' for Mrs. Currie 's dance . These few minutes , after I emerge from the hands of my maid and before the carriage is announced , are almost the only ones I ever have to myself . I am having a good time still . Somehow , though , it is n't as exciting as it used to be . I 'm afraid I 'm very changeable . I believe I must be homesick .
I 'd love to get a glimpse XXXXX dear old Thrush Hill and Aunt Elizabeth , and J -- but , no !
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