Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 20: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER IIL TELLS OF ANOTHER WRECK. In a luxurious home in one of the aristocratic thoroughfares of London, there might have been seen, on that same blustering November night when the 11l-fated vessel, of which we have spoken in a previous chapter, went down with allon board save sweet little *‘Hazel Gay,’ an interesting group gathered about the table in the elegantly appointed library. It consisted of three persons. The first was a dis- tinguished looking gentleman of perhaps thirty-six or eight years—a finely formed man with a handsome, noble face that indicated great intelligence and kindness of heart. Opposite him, her elbow resting upon the table, her forehead resting on her hand, sat a lady, possibly two or three years younyer; a graceful, high-bred creature, With delicate and lovely features, fine dark eyes and a genial face, though somewhat sad in expression, that won every heart. The other member of the circle was a lad of per- haps ten years—a bright, anly little fellow, with a well-shaped head, a keen, restlesseye, and attractive | features. Thetrio comprised 8ir Henry Harwood, an eminent London physician, his beautiful and talented wife, and their son Charlie. The tierce November storm beat furiously against the windows of that beautiful room, its dismal sound making the light and warmth and comfort within seem tenfold more inviting by contrast, The lady shivered every now and then as.a wilder dash rattled against the glass, and her eomicnor ker oii