Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 165: what you’re looking at

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Helena’s lips were wreathed with smiles, while, apparently, her eyes were following the dancers with delight. Any one, beholding her, would have thought that she was simply giving herself up to the enjoyment of the gay scene before her. Mrs. Stewart alone eaught the venom in her tone, the latent fire in her eye, and knew what envy and jealousy were rankling in her selfish heart; knew that she never forgave any one for outshining her, or taking the precedence in circles where she was accustomed to shine. “Never mind, Helena,” her mother replied, gooad- naturedly; ‘Lord Nelsonis always trying to make people enjoy themselves; probably he thought she was being neglected, and asked her out of pure kind- ness.’ “Neglected!” repeated Helena, with alaugh, which, to uncritical ears, was sweetness itself, ‘‘there isn't a young man in the room who has not tried to secure her fora partner. Hereafter, mamma, I think the school-room will be the proper place for your gover- ness, . “But, Helena, I cannot be disobliging; if my friends ask for her music, how can I refuse?” queried Mrs, Stewart, looking worried. “Oh! if you choose to keep a governess for the comunity at larze, I suppose there is no law to pre- ventit. Thanks, Mr. Harwood, I shall be happy to polka with you; I am quite rested, and have been enjoying watching the dancers immensely ;”' and the beautiful belle sailed away on the arm of Charles Harwood, first giving her mother a fond smile and look, as if she was loth to leave her and had been | bay lag aS sweetest ngs to ner, instead of plung- ing barbed arrows into ber bosom. When Lord Nelson craved permission fOr Bere and