Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 228: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XXYV. CHECKMATED. One afternoon several days later, Hazel was sit- ting upon the veranda alone. Mrs. Stewart, with her two daughters and a friend, had gone to a place called ‘The Deyil’s Dyke,’ which they had never yet visited, and from which point the scenery was said to be very beautiful. Our young invalid had been reading the last num- ber of a popular magazine; but, having become somewhat wearied by the effort which even this light employment required, she had dropped the book wpon-her lap, and, lying back in her chair, let her eyes wander over the sunlit waves while her mind went drifting back to the earlier portion of her life. There was an expression of sadness on her face entirely at variance with her usual brightness, for she had been thinking of the mystery which had enshrouded her parentage during all these years. She could recall nothing tangible in her life pre- vious to that fearful tragedy which had thrown her so friendless and helpless into Sandy Morton’s care; though sometimes she had dreamed of a beautiful be ac Wily eee ano pla Ones fondly down upon her; then, bending to kiss her, she would seem to vanish as suddenly as she had NCR DORK SHCO ty