Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 110: what you’re looking at

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you think we shall need, dear?” - A burning blush mounted to Hazel’s brow at this question; but she stooped to pick up a pin from the carpet before replying. “Tl do not know; do not do anything aboutit, Perey, until—until I am through school,” she. said, con- strainedly; and he could get nothing more satisfac- tory from her, although he tried several times after that; while, with a sense of impatience and keenest pain, he was always conscious that she was drifting farther and farther away from him—that an intangi- ble barrier had risen between them, and he had no power to sweep itaway. During this time, however, Hazel had made up her mu that she should not go to Kingston to live with ercy. He was not her brother—he had told herso: she had no claim upon him, beyond what his kindness, and his promises to his father to care for her, in- volved. Her little fortune had all. or nearly all, been spent upon her education, and she was determined that she would not bea burden upon him. Her proud spirit rebelled at the thought of being a pensioner upon his bounty, and she sternly resolved that she would take care of herself. It was with this determination in view that she so carefully cut the advertisement from the daily paper, a8 mentioned above. She meant to apply for the situation as governess and companion to the miss of fifteen. It was a bold step to take without advice, and she was conscious that Percy would oppose it with all the strength of his will; but with h i On.Me made up she would not be turned from her purpose.