Various, Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXV, No…
“ Crayford told me you were. Did I not meet you one day in Chestnut street?” asked Florence.A faint color tinged the cheek of Effie, and her beautiful eyes drooped low as she answered,“You did—too well do I remember it—you looking so happy, and I so sad! Yes, I saw you point me out to Belmont.”“Belmont! I know no such person,” said Florence, “it was Mr. Crayford who was with me—it was Mr. Crayford who told me you were a fortune-teller.”“Did he—did he tell you so?” said Effie, bursting into tears, “for, alas! young lady, it was Belmont—it was my husband you were walking with!” ”
