Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 167: what you’re looking at

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with a defiant toss of her head. : The late hours of the previous evening had not im- proved her naturally quick temper, although this was the first time that her will had really clashed with Hazel’s. ‘*T do not wish to threaten at all, dear,” Hazel said, with gentle patiehce, “but, truly, I do not feel like countenancing any pleasure that cannot be enjoyed with a clear conscience.” “Just as though my sins had anything to do with your conscience,” retorted Belle, coloring with min- gled shame and anger. “Still Lmust not condone them. I cannot share any pleasure with you Belle, unless I can show a goodrecord to Mrs. Stewart,’ Hazel returned, with- out the least trace of annoyance, but with a firmness | eds plainly indicated that her decision was unalter- able. Belle was on her knees beside her in a moment, her arms twined about her waist, her repentant face lifted appealingly to her friend. “You dear Hazel-eyed darling,’ she cried. ‘I | shouldn’t take a moment’s comfort without you, and I will be so good that you will not know me; you shall be prond of your pupil to-day if you never are again.’ aut the warm-hearted, impulsive girl kept her word, (TO BE CONTINUED.) comlicbooks.conn