Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 183: what you’re looking at

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the best of it, and let matters take their course. The next morning she awoke much refreshed after her night’s rest, althou that keen pain was still in her heart, and she had not fully regained her color. Still, she would not omit a single duty, although Mrs. Stewart, out of the abundance of her gratitude tor what she had done for Helena, told her to rest for two or three days if she wished. She did not wish; to have been idle would have been misery for her; 80 the lessons were gone through with, and the practice, also, as faithfully done as ever. Helena did not return to Crescent Villa until after- noon, and then she came ina carriage attended by both physicians. Percy assisted her to alight, and suLyorted her to the house. She was somewhat pale from less of blood, but was bright and animated and seemed to excoraney enjoy the attentions of her handsome attendant. Hazel was sitting alone at one end of the veranda when they arrived—Belle had gone ont riding with Marie Earleseourt and Charles Harwood—and her heart sank within her as she noticed how confidingly Helena leaned upon Perey’s arm, and the earnest, absorbed look which she turned to him as she con- versed with him. Mrs. Stewart met them at the door, and invited Dr. Morton to enter, but he politely declined, saying that he and Sir Henry were going for a drive. “But,” he added, with his rare swile, ‘she has com- missioned me to inquire for Miss Gay; she seemed somewhat unsettled by the events of yesterday, and he fe ahs ue Poe eae ee ht PS a, “Oh, Miss Gay is all right,” Mrs. paesinicndoks as she gave her arin to Helena to assist her Kecoiy