Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 201: what you’re looking at

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tween you and Hazel. Somehow, she always seems more free and happy with you than with any one else,” the young man confessed, with a sigh. A bitter pang shot through Percy's heart as he listened to this revelation. He deeply, devotedly loved Hazel, and he knew that her image aloue would be enthroned upon his heart as long as he lived; still, his love was so great, so self-sacrificing, that he would not stand in the way of any one else who was worthy of her, provided he was the man of her choice. Hecould live on and make no sign, if she was only happy. He was surprised to learn that Charles Harwood loved her; true, he had been at- tentive to her, but in a very quiet way. He believed that Lord Nelson Hartwell would be the winner in pi race for her love, but Charles should have his chance. All this was like the torture of the rack to him, but, save for his extreme pallor, he gave no sign of the keen agony he was suffering, and, after a momentary struggle for the mastery over himself, he a ag to his companion and said, with a quiet smnile : “Thank you for your confidence, my friend, and yoo need have no fear of me asarival. If Miss Gay oves you well enough to become your wife, | would not lay a strawin your way, but rather pronounce my benediction upon your happiness.” “Then it is Miss Stewart, after all!” exclaimed the young lover, turning to Percy with a beaming ace. If he could have seen how this dagger entered Percy Morton’s soul, he would have shrunk back appalled. “T admire Miss Stewart, certainly. She is very beautiful,” he returned, with that sameeueay Keita