Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 136: what you’re looking at

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Duehess of Jersey, little girl, do you?” he con- cluded, somewhat surprised by the fact. “Little girl!” Belle’s pretty head went up into the air fully six inches at this slighting disregard of her stature and her teens. “IT do,” she briefly returned, and with offended dignity. oor Hazel could not contain herself at this, and she gave vent to a merry little laugh, their new ac- quaintance looked so comically roguish and dis- mayed over his blunder, while Belle’s assumption of hauteur was so hideous, and then she colored crim- son as she met the admiring gaze of the young lawyer te fullupon her. But she quickly recovered her- se “Mr..Harwood, you have been so kind to introduce yourself; allow me to perform the same ceremony in ourown belalf,” she said. “This young lady. witha slight stress upon the noun, ‘is Miss Be le Stewart, while [am her——” “My friend, Miss Hazel Gay,” quickly interposed Belle, who would not be outdone in this ceremony of introduction, but was more anxious that Hazel should not nake herself known as her governess and companion, as she felt sure she was about to do. Mr. Harwood agaiu- doffed his hat, bowing with equal politeness to both ladies, although his fine eyes lingered upon Hazel’s lovely face, while he repeated her name to himself. “Hazel Gay,” he said. ‘‘Whata pretty cognomen! But not more so than its fair owner. I think I must cultivate Miss Gay during my sojourn here,” “Now that these formalities are concluded, a ow “3 he added, aloud, “let us attend to business what can be ‘done for your unfortunate see 868