Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 168: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XIX. HAZEL BECOMES A HEROINE. ER grace called precisely at quarter past two and found the girls awaiting her and looking as fresh and fair as two flowers newly bloomed; Belle in a dainty pink cham- brey, and Hazel in a crisp blue lawn that made a de- lightful contrast with her fair skin and shining hair. og The face of the duchess . Se! ee beamed with pleasure as she looked upon them. “Lam afraid you will have a dull time of it, my dears, with an old woman like me,” she said, giving # hand to each, as they sprang into the carriage. “No, indeed,” Belle retorted, gayly, as she stooped to imprint a kiss upon the good woman’s still fair eheek, ‘no one canever be dull with you, and one does not offen have the pleasure of riding with the dearest old lady in the world.” - “Tut, tut, chatter-box, I’ve got beyond the age of flattery ;” her grace returned, smilingly, but looking pleased nevertheless, at both the compliment and the bay id caress; “but, truly, I believe I, enjoy 8 young folks now as well, 1f not bett hap e. did. Miss Gay, how are you Pee epecsmicbooks. cons