Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 213: what you’re looking at

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“Well, do your worst; it matters little to me,” she savagely retorted, while she threw Hazel’s arm from her with brutal violence. It struck with cruel force against the back of the seat upon which she was sitting, extorting a shriek of agony fromthe young girl; but her cry fell upon unhéeding ears, for Helena, after that mad act, had dashed wildly out of the summer-house and hastened with all speed back to the villa. A few moments later she returned to the drawing- room, calm and smiling, and no one would have be- lieved it pogsible that she could be Pee of the heartlessness and passion she had exhibited during the last half hour. The party were few changing tables as she entered, and Belle yielded her place to her sister, and then went to seek Hazel. She cowd not find her anywhere in the house. She went out upon the veranda, and walked en- tirely around the villa, calling her several times by name. Still there was no response. Then she ran down the walk until she came near the summer house, when she called, anxiously: “Hazel, Hazel, where are you?” A low inoan of pain close beside her fell upon her ear, the next moment she had sprung within and thrown herself upon her knees before the almost un- conscious girl. “Hazel, what is it, dear? Are you ill? Are you burt?’ she cried, anxiously, as she realized that something very serious was the matter. ‘What can Tdo for you?” she continued, clasping one of her hands, which she had found in her groping, and thus pd it another shriek of pain trom, the jujured irl. ‘