Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 198: what you’re looking at

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lute purpose on her fair face. She erossed the room and looked at herself in the rlass, and was startled by the refleotion of her pallid ace. “Everybody would exclaim that I had seen a ghost if I should go below like this,” she said, with a bitter smile. “And so L have—the ghost of a past that frightens me to think of. Why couldn’t he have staid in America, among his dry-goods and small wares? I do not care!’ she went on, almost fiercely; ‘‘let | him do his worst! I shall brave it ont tothe end. I do not believe he can do much but threaten; and if he can—why, there is a last resort.” She sponged her face with cold water, and wiped it with a coarse towel, thus producing a more natural color, and having given a few additional touches to her toilet, she descended once more tothe eompany. She fonnd Dr, Morton dancing with Huzel, while Lord Nelson was standing in a corner watching her with gloomy eyes. Helena sat down and allowed her glance to follow them for afew moments, and her heart grew eyen more bitter and resentful ut what she saw. Hazel was giving herself up to the charm and delight of being with Percy, AZ, Shaka jin his dear presence the fact that everybody believed them to be comparative strangers, while she laughed and chatted with him with innocent freedom and pleasure. Her face was flushed, her eyes gleamed, and her whole manner be- trayed how glad she was to be with him. - “Tt is perfectly scandalous!” Helena muttered. “She will march out of this house before she is many weeks older, if not by fair means, then by foul. | The rete eR Hazel Ate released Lord Nelson was by her side claiming her promise.fo,a¢ abe refreshinent-room with him: after PRUNE BaOkS to