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The White Gauntlet

But her piquant satire had now lost its point; and no one seemed to sympathise with her, when in allusion to the love-token that appeared conspicuously in the hat of Marion’s husband, she made these somewhat fast observations: —

“A white glove! In truth, a true symbol of a woman just become wife! Now spotless as snow – soon to be soiled – perchance cast away in contempt! Nous verrons!”

The hypothetical prophecy found no supporters, among those to whom it was addressed. Perhaps no one – save the spiteful prophetess – either believed, or wished, that such should be the fate of The White Gauntlet.

The End