Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 10: what you’re looking at

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| CHAPTER II. WITCH HAZEL, There was no need for Percy to mind the helm now, for every wave bore the boat directly in toward the light-house, and filled with curiosity regarding the bundle which had beenthrown to his grandfather, he pion down and raised it from the bottomof the oat. The moment he touched if he knew that it con- tained a human being; but it was so bound about by clothing and shawls that it seemed more like an in- animate log, He pulled away the wraps from one end and was thrilled by the sound of a quick. indrawn, sobbing breath, then by a frightened cry. The next moment he met a pair of soft, though terrified, blue eyes gaz- ing up into his, and found himself looking down upon the white, startled, but very lovely face of a little girl. “Oh, grandfather! it is a little child! we have | saved one!” he cried to the light-keeper, who only nodded that he heard, while ashudder of agony shook | him from head to foot, as he thought of all those others who had gone down into the cruel depths, and whose cries for mercy and help were still ringing in his ears. Instinctively the boy’s arms closed,,arannd.the