Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 195: what you’re looking at

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ee — She was standing in the door-way, and the glance that she flashed at her as she passed in made her shiver, although she said, with marked politeness : “Miss Gay, mamma has been looking for you for soine time. Will you kindly go to her now?” “Allow me to conducts you,” Perey said, as he fol- luwed Hazel, and he gave his arin to her again, bow ing gravely to Miss Stewart ashe passed in, He, too, had caucht that scathing look, quick as it was. Helena’s white teeth came together with a snap. “That minx is carrying matters with a high hand. They were amazingly confidential, it seems to me, for recent acquaintances. Does she think she can win everybody, the arrant little flirt! If mamma won't take her down from her stilts [ must,” she mut- tered, an angry flush staining her cheek. She turned back and entered the drawing-room, to find Hazel singing like a bird, while Percy Morton stood near and watched her with a look that aroused all the worst passions of Helena’s nature. When Hazel had completed her song she slipped quietly from the room, and no one seemed to be aware of the fact save Helena, who, after a moment, followed her. She went up to her room, hoping to find her there, but it was empty. She then went upon the veranda, and thought she saw her out in the grounds. She stole back into the house for a shawl then, with her eyes glittering with suppressed anger and hatred, her cheeks scarlet from the hot blood that was coursing like molten lava in her veins; she passed down the steps, and made her way after the white figure which she had seen a few moments pre- Mel quia pet Sp ane heuds hs: cremation ae the nails cut into their palms, and she looke & i Nemesis bent upon vengeance. ASHESS IN