Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 211: what you’re looking at

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will. I came out because my head felt badly, and wandered down here by myself. I had not been sit- ting here five minutes when aman came and stood in the door-way. I was very much frightened, but I thought, as he did not come in, he might go away presently, if LI kept very still, and not discover my presence. While I was hoping that he would go, you came. I had no desire to listen; but you see, I could not help myself, although if I had suspected the nature of your conversation before it was too late nothing would have kept me.” Helena had recovered herself somewhat during this explanation, and now adopted an aggressive attitude. “Well, and what are you going to do about it, now that you have Jearned so much about me? Tell mamma, I presume, like the conscientious little saint that you profess to be,” she said, scornfully, “No, Miss Stewart, I shall not tell your mother; but let me urge—let me entreat you to tell her,” “Indeed, I shall do no such thing. Mamma would never forgive me,” Helena retorted, angrily. “Believe me, it would be the safest and wisest course for you to pursue. Mrs. Stewart is the best friend you have, and she would give you good coun- sel,” said Hazel, earnestly. “You can keep your advice until it is solicited, Miss Gay,’ Helena responded, haughtily; ‘and now ou must give me your promise that you will never isp one word that you have heard to-night to any living being.” Hazel sat in thoughtful silence for a moment; then she said: “T cannot make such a promise unconditionally, Miss Be eho the no core “i o you igi injury, nor to betray what ave learned of you istory ; but I cannot bind myself unreservedly romicbackarenn