Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 192: what you’re looking at

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was looking very beautifal in her pure white dress, garnished with bows of delicate pink satin, and carrying in her hands a bunch of long-stemmed pink rosebuds, tied with white ribbons. There was no one else in the hall just then—no one to see how she greeted him, for which she was truly thankful; and she SOTAEE eagerly forward to clasp his outstretched hand. “How glad [am to see you all by myself, Perey,” she said, in a low, earnest tone, and with a swift up- ward glance of delight, that set his pulses throbbing more quickly than usual, and proved the truth of her words. “I knew that you were inyited,”’ she continued, “but I -lave been almost afraid that something would prevent your coming.” “Then you do me the honor to think of me occa- sionally,” he returned, with an arch smile. “Occasionally,” she repeated, with rising color; “TI think of you every day LI live.” “Truly, Hazel?’ he asked, bending to look earnestly into her eyes. “Truly, Perey.” she repeated, coloring again. and fearing she had said too much; "you know I never tell stories. But how well you are looking. Brighton air must agree with yor” “And with you, too, dear. I never saw you so blooming. But,” with a glance at her flowers, “what beautiful buds. Where did you get them ?” “Lord Hartwell sent them to me.. They are lovely, and you shall have one, the very prettiest, for a bou- tonniere.” # And she began to search for one to give him. “No, thank you,” Percy returned, coldly, stung with Iver. Dojot despag elson oe have been the giver. ‘‘Dogiot des your boug + Ayia e hie would not feel flattered to see mi blesimienosteac Sim