Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 216: what you’re looking at

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and they must be ready for the post before ho slept, as he was going to London on the early train the next “morning. Belle’s purpose was guleey formed as she heard this from the upper ha : She turned quickly and ran downthe back stair- way, passed ont upon the veranda, and glided around to the frout entrance, where she waited until Percy had made his adieus and bowed himself out. Then she stole forward and touched him lightly upon the arm. He turned with a smile to her; buf his glance be- came instantly grave when he saw her palé face and frightened expression. Will you come up stairs with me? Hazel has been hurt,” she said, in a low tone, “Hurt? How?" he questioned, eagerly, and look- ing as anxious as herself, while he hastily unbut- toned his gloves and began to remove them, “She fainted and fell on herarm,” Belle explained, taking it for granted that this must be the way the accident had oceurred, since Ayzel had not contra- dicted it; “itis badly swollen and bruised, and she Wanted you to come and tell her what to do for it; but she would not let we disturb any one else.” “That was right; take meto her at once,” Pere commanded, and followed her with a light, quic tread, as she led him, by the way that she had come, to their private sitting-room, where he found Hazel altting in a low rocker, white and wan, and trying to bear her puin in silence, He went directly to her, and knelt upon the floor beside her, taking her injured arm tenderly in his skillful hands for examination. The instant he looked. upon if he knew that it was broken; he knew, too, that no fall could have caused auch an injury—that those three purple marks above the wrist had been made by the grasp of a cruel hand, belonging to some one who had gene jer per sonal violence,