Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 157: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

bP Rie hen nme seem ptt eee? Si mye ee api Rp erie wma de A Se te ee ae Ta Eee. Os Lo oe eee oe fore acquired an ease and self-possession in com- pany which rendered her manner and bearing above criticism. She was not allowed to sit out a set after Mrs. Har- wood introduced her; she had more applicants for her hand than she could accept, while her partners tound her irresistible; she was merry, witty, fasci- nating, and yet without a suspicion of rudeness in her manner. “She is the brightest little witch I've seen this many a day,’ Sir Henry observed to his wife, as he watched her flitting in and out among the dancers; notieed her graceful movements, heard her rippling laugh, and marked the quick repartee and jest which kept those about her inastate of delight and ad- mniration, ‘Hazel, you are the belle of the evening; every- | body isin love with you, and Helena is decidedly unappreciated. Look out for thunder-heads to-mor- row morning,’ whispered Belle, as she came in con- tact with Hazel during one of the changes of a figure, “Oh, Belle, I hope not,’? Hazel replied, looking greatly distressed for a moment, She glanced over to where Helena was standing and met her eye. There was a peculiar glitter in it, and there was an expression on her face that made her quail for an instant. But it was only for a mo- ment, for as Helena caught Hazel's glance she smiled and nodded pleasantly, as much as to say that she was glad she was enjoying herself, and she felt sure that Belle was mistaken about her sister having any unpleasant feeling. She never felt comfortable, however, when in the. presence of the brilliant pelle. She had. shrunk ae her at their first meeting, for there was SOME